The red man's family affection does not always show itself in the same way with ours, but there is plenty of it. All the more in the case of a young brave like Red Wolf, with every reason to be proud as well as fond of his sister.
And of Rita?
He was thinking of her now, and wondering if she had learned anything more about the cavalry from her talking leaves.
It was, for all the world, just as if he had been a young white man from "one of the first families."
He galloped onward, keenly eying the fringes of the forest and the broken bases of the ledges, until he came to the broad opening below the gap, and here he suddenly stopped and sprang to the ground at a place where the green sod was soft and deeply marked with the prints of horses' hoofs.
"The blue-coat horsemen came out here. Their tracks are old. Ugh! Those are fresh. Ni-ha-be and Rita."
He was on his horse again in an instant, galloping up the not very steep slope of the pass.
The two girls had been in no hurry, and it was not long before Red Wolf came in sight of them.
He put his hand to his mouth, and gave a long, peculiar whoop, that meant: "I am after you. Come back."
They understood it well enough, and Rita might have obeyed if she had been left to herself, but there was more than a little mischief behind the black eyes of Ni-ha-be.