order which the dog obeyed so vigorously that, before
the men had done laughing at him, he was a couple of
hundred yards ahead of them.
"Take care that he don't get off!" cried Dick, springing
on Charlie and stretching out at a gallop.
In a moment he was beside the Indian. Scraping together
the little of the Indian language he knew, he stooped
down, and, cutting the thongs that bound him, said,--
"Go! white men love the Indians."
The man cast on his deliverer one glance of surprise,