The young Indian whose name he had mentioned came towards the group at once. Mr. Habback looked up at Chief Black Bear.
"Hear what this Texas longhorn says, Chief?" he said to the Indian. "A little girl lost somewhere."
"I can show you about where she left the trail," explained the ranchman earnestly.
"Was she over at my wikiup the other evening?" asked Black Bear, with interest.
"She—she's my sister," broke in Russ anxiously. "And she was scared by your Indian play, and the pony must have run away with her."
"Hullo!" said Chief Black Bear. "I remember you, too, youngster. So your sister is lost?"
"Well, we can't find her," said Russ Bunker.
"I will go along with them, Mr. Habback," said the Indian chief, glancing down at the director. "I'll take Little Elk with me. You won't need us for a couple of hours, will you?"
"It's all right," said the director. "Go ahead. We can't afford to lose a little girl around here, that is sure."
"You bet we can't," put in Cowboy Jack. "Little girls are scarce in this part of the country."