"Unless what?" asked Captain Winn.
"Unless you could give me that Indian boy."
"What on earth would you do with him?" cried the captain, his eyes opening wide with surprise at such an unheard-of request.
Then Glen unfolded a plan that had formed itself in his mind within a few minutes; and, when he had finished, the captain's look of surprise still remained on his face, but he said, reflectively:
"Well, I don't know but what it might be done, and if you succeed in carrying out your part of the scheme, I will see what I can do with the rest of it."
This matter being disposed of, Glen asked if he might try his pony.
"But you tried her yesterday," laughed the captain, who enjoyed the boyishness of this boy as much as he admired his manliness.
"Yes, sir; but she wasn't mine then, and you know everything, even a horse, is very different when it is your own."
"So it is, and you may try her to your heart's content, only don't ride far from the post unless you wish for a repetition of your recent experience."
With this the captain beckoned to a soldier, who stood near by, and ordered him to saddle the bay mare, and to tell the stable-sergeant that she belonged to this young gentleman, who was to take her whenever he pleased. He also told Glen that the whole outfit of saddle, bridle, and picket rope, then being placed on the mare, were included in his present.