"No, he will not," answered the Indian boy. "He is a coward. He will go off home as quickly as he can. And then, maybe, some day when I am passing where I can not see him, he will throw a stone. Oh, I know him very well. What did he say to you, Walter, when we walked away?"
"He said: 'Do you play with Indians?'"
"And what did you say?"
"'Go away—no one asked you to come here,' I said. Then I got up and he followed me."
CHAPTER IV.
THE MISSIONARY.
"Ah, the water overflows," said Francisco, as they once more came in sight of the spring. He hurried down the bank, turned the horse round, tightened the thongs holding the barrel so that it would stand firmly on the wagon, and the boys began to retrace their steps.
As soon as they were on level ground again, Francisco, with the reins in his hand, the other two walking beside him, pointed to a frame dwelling a little removed from the others at the top of a little hill.
"You see that house?" he said. "It is where he lives—that boy. He came last month, with his mother and sister. They tell that the lady is a missionary from India. Have you heard of women doing like that?"
He looked earnestly at the two children, awaiting their reply.