"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."
"The white head must come too. He has the heart of an Apache, and his hand is strong for his friends. We must go now."
He looked at the three miners for a moment, as if he disliked leaving them behind, and then he bounded upon his pony, and the two girls followed him swiftly down the pass.
"Was he not handsome, Rita?"
Ni-ha-be was thinking of Steve Harrison, but Rita replied,
"Oh, very handsome! His hair is white, and his face is wrinkled, but he is so good. He is a great warrior, too. The bad pale-face went down before him like a small boy."
"His hair is not white, it is brown as the hair of a young buffalo. His face is not wrinkled. He is a young brave. He will be a chief."
"Oh, that other one! I hardly looked at him. I hope they will come. I want to see them again."
Red Wolf rode too fast for them to say much, and he did not pause until he reached the very presence of Many Bears and his counsellors.