Carl did not reply, but walked up to the captive, and, with a hand that shook slightly, examined something that hung on a string around his neck. Then he pulled out the charm from under his own shirt.
"Look," he said huskily.
The stones were exactly alike.
Although the older Indian betrayed no signs of surprise or emotion he broke into an angry torrent of Apache.
Carl, stepping forward, took out his hunting knife, and cut the other's bonds.
"Now get!" he commanded, allowing himself the pleasure of one strong punch at the back of the conquered redskin, who lost no time in making his get-away.
"That's my uncle," said Carl coolly. "I'm civilized and educated, or I'd kill him. Come on, let's get back."
The others thought it best not to make any further reference to the matter, and silently followed Carl, the bowl again in his possession, across the ladder spanning the cascade. At the same time the boys in the plane, who had watched the conflict with tense anxiety, started back to the Fort.
"Gee, I can't stand much more to-day," ejaculated Fly, as they circled the tower for the last time.
"Strange what a lot can happen to a fellow in a short time," commented Herb, reviewing mentally the many adventures in which they had all been involved that summer.