"Why should I shake hands?" asked the youth, thoroughly distrustful of the Ogalalla; "we are enemies."
"That is for you to decide," was the cool remark of the Indian youth.
He made as if to ride away, when Brinton interposed.
"Your actions do not agree with your words."
"And why not?"
"After parting from me, you rode away and joined my enemies."
To the amazement of the youth, the young Ogalalla without a word wheeled about and galloped out of sight up the arroya.
CHAPTER V.
"WHAT WILL BE THEIR NEXT STEP?"
Brinton Kingsland was in the saddle again on the instant, and his pony dashed down the arroya at full speed.