"Three. We never fired a shot at 'em nor struck a blow, but one of thar squaws fired an arrer through my arm."
"It's the onlikeliest yarn I ever listened to," said the Captain.
"Thar's the hole in my arm."
"Not that; it isn't queer an Apache wanted to shoot ye—I can believe that. But that you had sense enough not to fire first at a red-skin. You never had so much before in all your life."
"Here we are, safe—all three."
"That's pretty good proof. If there'd been a fight, they'd ha' been too much for you, with two white men like them to help. Well, we'll go right on down. It's our only show."
"That isn't all, Cap."
"What more is there?"
"The old feller told me to warn you that thar was danger comin' behind us. He seems to know all about us, and about what we did to the ledge."