There was no opposition. The only objection that could reasonably be raised was that so sudden a departure gave no opportunity for a grand celebration of their victory over the Lipans. They could attend to that some other time, and there was no doubt but what all the whooping and boasting in the band would keep safely till it should be called for.
"Come, Steve," said Murray. "We want an hour by ourselves."
They were quickly inside their own lodge, and were sure there were no listeners.
"Steve!"
"What is it, Murray?"
"That little girl is my own daughter!"
"I've suspected it. And this was the very band of Apaches that broke up your home and your mine."
"Yes, and it is a wonder they have not recognized me. If Apaches of some other band were to join them, some of them might remember me. They have seen me in more than one of their fights with the Lipans."
"It would be all over with us then."
"Of course it would. I am dressed differently, to be sure. I can change a little more. Must crop my hair and beard closer. They know me for a long-bearded old man. I must turn myself into a short-haired young one."