He did not understand Indian character as well as Murray, in spite of his three years among them. A man who came to them conferring benefits, and betraying no doubt of their good faith, was as safe among them as if he had been one of their own people.
It also occurred to Steve that this was hardly what Murray had been sent out for by To-la-go-to-de, but his devotion to the interests of that chief was not strong enough to make him care much.
Whatever might be Murray's intentions, Steve had firmly decided that as far as he himself was concerned there would be no going back to give any report of the "scouting."
The Apaches wheeled toward the west, and Send Warning and Knotted Cord rode on at the side of Many Bears.
[to be continued.]
[MR. THOMPSON AND THE BULL-FROG.]
BY ALLAN FORMAN.
Mr. Thompson was lying in the shade on the bank of a small pond. He had come out to read, he said, but no sooner had he thrown himself on the soft turf than an irresistible desire to sleep came upon him; so, pillowing his head on his book, he closed his eyes.