"And the soldiers?" murmured the puzzled Russ.
"Part of the same surprise," answered the ranchman.
"We—ell, we were surprised. But I don't just understand how you come to have wild Indians and soldiers—and they don't look just like our soldiers back East—here on your ranch. And how about that baby?"
"I promise you," said Cowboy Jack quite seriously, "that the baby will not be scalped—or any of the white folks at all. Those Indians are not so savage as they seem. To-night, after the day's work is over, I'll take you over to the redskins' camp and you can get acquainted with them."
Russ was rather startled by this suggestion. He wanted to be grateful for anything that Cowboy Jack said he would do; but—but——
"Will Daddy Bunker go too?" asked Russ, suddenly.
"Sure. We'll take your daddy along with us," agreed Cowboy Jack.
"Then I'll go," said Russ Bunker, with a sigh.
He would go anywhere daddy went, although the matter of the wild Indians did seem to be a profound mystery.