An Indian Story.
BY W. O. STODDARD.
Chapter XIII.
or a moment Murray and Steve stood looking after the retreating forms of Red Wolf and his sisters.
"I say," exclaimed Bill, "you're a pretty pair of white men. Do you mean to turn us three over to them Apaches?"
"Who are you, anyway? Tell me a straight story, and I'll make up my mind."
"Well, there's no use tryin' to cover our tracks, I s'pose. We belong to the outfit that set up thar own marks on your ledge thar last night. It wasn't any more our blame than any of the rest."
"And you thought you'd make your outfit safe by picking a quarrel with the Apaches."
"Now, stranger, you've got me thar. 'Twas a fool thing to do."