Lost with Lieutenant Pike / How from the Pawnee Village the boy named Scar Head marched with the young American Chief clear into the Snowy Mountains; how in the dead of winter they searched for the Lost River and thought that they had found it; and how the Spanish Soldiery came upon them and took them down to Santa Fé of New Mexico, where another surprise awaited them

by Edwin L. Sabin

“We’ll manage with signs and the few words we do know. At the same time we must stand prepared to fire.”

“Where are you from?” he queried sharply, in French.

The dragoon seemed to understand.

“From Santa Fe, señor.”

“How far is Santa Fe?”

“Three days as we come, señor.”

“What are you doing here?”

“We hunt.”

They got off their horses, and led them in nearer; then they smiled friendly, and sat down and rolled themselves smokes. The lieutenant and Stub warily sat down, opposite. It was a little council. Stub eyed the Indian. He was a tame Indian—one of the house-building Indians from the south: a Pueblo.