This was good advice, and Captain Skinner took it.
Meanwhile the old man sat quietly in his saddle, with Steve Harrison at his side, as if they two were quite enough to stem the torrent of fierce whooping Apaches, sweeping down upon them across the plain.
"Our lives are worth about as much as our title to that mine," said Steve; and it was no shame to him that he felt his young heart beat pretty rapidly.
"Sling your rifle behind you on the saddle. Fold your arms. Sit still. I'll do the talking."
"THE STORM OF DARK HORSEMEN WAS HEADED BY MANY BEARS IN PERSON."
The storm of dark horsemen was headed by Many Bears in person, and it was barely two minutes more before he was reining in his pony in front of the two "pale-face Lipans."
"How!" said Murray, quite heartily, holding out his right hand, with the open palm up, while he put his left upon his breast.
"How!" replied the chief, with a little hesitation, but a dozen voices around him were shouting,
"Send Warning!"