Indians were not unusual figures in the neighborhood of the Rainbow Ranch. With a group of visitors to Mrs. Perry Jeanette had paid a visit to one of the nearby Indian reservations only the day before.
What especially interested the two girls at present was that the young Indian carried a bow in one hand. Thrust into the belt about his waist were half a dozen crudely fashioned Indian arrows.
"Are we awake, Via? Is this 'White Heart,' the hero of Lina's legend of the Silver Arrow? It is too impossible to be true!"
The young Indian was searching for something in and out among the hidden crevices of the rocks.
The Young Indian was Searching Among the Rocks.
He caught the sound of Jeanette's voice.
The instant he saw the two girls he turned and, climbing up the face of a cliff as easily and swiftly as he had descended, disappeared.