“All same camp corral.”
“That’s all right.”
The boy edged closer to the scout.
“Me done good work, mebbyso?” he went on.
The scout looked at him in surprise. It was not like Little Cayuse to claim credit, or try to get some one to pat him on the back.
“You have done fine work, Cayuse,” said the scout heartily.
“Mebbyso you let Cayuse take scalps of Apaches?” pleaded the boy.
The scout started. Every once in a while the boy’s Indian nature would crop up, just as it did in this request for the scalps of the slain Apaches.
“You want those scalps pretty bad, do you?” the scout asked.