General Crook and the Fighting Apaches / Treating Also of the Part Borne by Jimmie Dunn in the days, 1871-1886, When With Soldiers and Pack-trains and Indian Scouts, but Employing the Stronger Weapons of Kindness, Firmness and Honesty, the Gray Fox Worked Hard to the End That the White Men and the Red Men in the Southwest as in the Northwest Might Better Understand One Another

by Edwin L. Sabin

“I wasn’t among ’em. They didn’t have me.”

“Are you here alone?”

Huh! Jimmie looked around an instant; he was so happy that he was a-tremble. He did not sight Micky; the soldiers were covering the very spot where he and Micky had been hiding, but Micky was not with them. He had mysteriously vanished. Jimmie had promised not to betray him, and must keep his word.

“Yes, sir.” So far as he knew now, that was true.

“How long have you been traveling?”

“Nearly a week, I guess.”

“Well if that ain’t the limit!” exploded weazened Tom Moore.

“You’d better report to the general, Jimmie,” bade Lieutenant Bourke kindly. “General George Crook—that man in the canvas suit. He’s our department commander now, so don’t omit to salute him. Come along.”

Scanned by curious eyes, Jimmie followed First Lieutenant John Bourke to where the man in the canvas suit was standing expectant, his shot-gun at an order.