"'THEY'D BETTER HAVE KILLED HER, LIKE THEY DID MINE.'"
"Too bad! too bad! They'd better have killed her, like they did mine. It's awful to think of a white girl growing up to be a squaw. Ride for your camp, young man. I'll take care of these three."
"I will send out warriors to help you. You shall see them all burned and cut to pieces."
"Oh, Rita," whispered Ni-ha-be, "they ought to be burned!"
Rita was gazing at the face of old Murray, and did not say a word in reply.
"Come," said Red Wolf; "the great chief is waiting for us."
And then he added, to Murray and Steve:
"The lodges of the Apaches are open to their friends. You will come?"
"Steve, you had better say yes. It may be a lift for you."
"I will come some day," said Steve, quickly. "I don't know when."