"You'd better go with me all the way."
Murray said nothing, but he sprung from his horse, and Steve imitated him.
Men on foot were not so likely to be seen from the Apache camp.
There was nothing in or about that camp which Murray did not carefully study through his glass, and it showed him what was going on more clearly and perfectly than even the wonderfully keen black eyes of Ni-ha-be had shown it all to her, from almost the same spot, the day before.
"It's a hunting-camp, Steve, but it's a very strong party."
"Too strong for our Lipans?"
"I don't know about that. If we could surprise them by night we might do something with them."
"I'm no Lipan, Murray. None of those people down there ever did me any harm. Did they ever do you any? I don't mean any other Apaches; I'm just speaking of that camp."
"Well, no, I'm not sure about that. I don't know that I've any special grudge against this lot."
"Seems to me it's a good deal like an Indian to kill one man for what another man did. I'm only a boy, and I've been among the Lipans three years, but I've made up my mind to stay white."