"It's no use, boys," said Bill. "Mister, will you jest cut this arrer, close to my arm, so's I can pull it out?"
"I will in a minute. It's as good as a tie of deer-skin jest now. Watch 'em, Steve!"
He walked forward a few steps as he spoke, and looked long and hard into the face of Rita.
"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 burnt and cut to pieces."
"Oh, Rita!" whispered Ni-ha-be; "they ought to be burnt."
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?"