“You can bet your boots I will,” she assured him. “But how?”
“All night, all day Shoz-Dijiji have no water. There were soldiers at every spring, at every water hole. Shoz-Dijiji wants water and a horse.”
“Hungry, too?”
“Apache always hungry,” laughed the brave.
“You wait here,” she told him.
“Where your horse?” he demanded.
She raised her palms to the level of her shoulders and shrugged. “The old son-of-a-gun pitched me clean off,” she said. “That’s why I was a-sittin’ up here restin’. I been walking close to an hour and I’m dog-tired; but it’s only a short jag to the house now. I may have to sneak out with a horse for you, so don’t get worried if I ain’t back before dark.” She started away.
“I go with you,” said Shoz-Dijiji.
“Oh, no! The soldiers might see you.”
“I go a little way—where I can watch you. Mebbyso bad men around; mebbyso hostiles. Shoz-Dijiji go little way and watch.”