"Send Warning not come back to lodge?"
"Not now. Go to my own people for a while. Show them my daughter. Say found her again."
"Ugh! Send Warning is a wise man. Cunning chief. Throw dust in the eyes of the Apaches."
It was plain that the chief was troubled in his mind. He hardly knew whether to be angry or not, but there was no reasonable objection to Murray's doing as he pleased with his own daughter, after she had cost him so many ponies.
Murray spoke again.
"Send Warning say what great chief do. Let Ni-ha-be come with Rita to pale-face lodges. Stay awhile. Learn to hear talking leaves. Then come back to her friends. What say?"
The chief pondered a moment, but Ni-ha-be had heard and understood, and a scared look arose in her face.
"Rita! Rita! You are going away? You will not be an Apache girl any more?"
"Oh, Ni-ha-be, come with me!"
Their arms were around each other, and they were both weeping, but Ni-ha-be's mind was made up instantly.