And of Rita?
He was thinking of her now, and wondering if she had learned anything more about the cavalry from her talking leaves.
It was, for all the world, just as if he had been a young white man from "one of the first families." He galloped onward, keenly eying the fringes of the forest and the broken bases of the ledges, until he came to the broad opening below the gap, and here he suddenly stopped and sprung to the ground at a place where the green sod was soft and deeply marked with the prints of horses' hoofs.
"The blue-coat horsemen came out into the valley here. Their tracks are old. Ugh! Those are fresh. Ni-ha-be and Rita."
He was on his horse again in an instant, galloping up the not very steep slope of the pass.
The two girls had been in no hurry, and it was not long before Red Wolf came in sight of them.
He put his hand to his mouth and gave a long, peculiar whoop that meant: "I am after you. Come back!"
They understood it well enough, and Rita might have obeyed at once if she had been left to herself; but there was more than a little mischief behind the black eyes of Ni-ha-be.
"Let him catch us. He won't do anything worse than scold. I'm not afraid of Red Wolf."
Rita was, just a little, but she rode on beside her sister without turning her head.