"Steve, have you forgotten anything you knew the day they took you prisoner?"
"No, I haven't. I was fifteen then, and if there's one thing I've been afraid of it was that I would forget. I've repeated things over and over and over for fear they'd get away from me."
"That's all right. I've had an eye on you about that. But haven't you learned something?"
"You've taught me all about rocks and stones and ores and mining—"
"Yes, and you can ride like a Lipan, and shoot and hunt, and there isn't a young brave in the band that can throw you in a fair wrestle."
"That's all Indian—"
"Is it? Well, whether it is or not, you'll need it all before long."
"To fight Apaches?"
"Better'n that, Steve. It's been of no use for you to try to get away toward Texas. They watch you too closely; and besides, the Comanches are most of the time between us and the settlements. They won't watch you at all out here. That's why I insisted on bringing you along."
"Do you mean I'll have a chance to get away?"