“Steady, there, boys!” called Doyle, lifting a pair of field-glasses to his eyes. “I see some one coming this way. He’s taken one of the horses, a pinto, and he’s galloping in our direction. ’Pon my soul, Cody, I think it’s—— Here, take the glasses and look for yourself.”
“I don’t need the glasses, lieutenant,” returned the scout. “I know who it is. It’s Little Cayuse. He has hung around this valley ever since last night, knowing full well that we’d come back after our horses.”
CHAPTER XXIX.
PARTING WITH THE GIRL PARD.
The detachment, with Doyle and the scout and his pards in the lead, rode down to meet Little Cayuse.
The boy’s eyes were sparkling with excitement and satisfaction as they roved from the scout to the girl, and from the girl to the trapper.
A halt was made when Navi came nose to nose with the leading mounts of the detachment.
“How?” called Cayuse, shaking hands with the scout and his pards, and holding Nomad’s hand rather longer than he did the others.
“How yerself, ye leetle fistful o’ glory?” demanded Nomad. “You an’ me, Cayuse, hev got ter git tergether, afore long, an’ beg each other’s parding. You done me a mean trick, an’ I done you ther same, although neither o’ us meant et. Everythin’ hes turned out all ter ther good, howsumever, so I reckons we kin call ther account square, hey?”