In the
meantime, I'm going to give you a letter to my foreman. You take your
little party to the ranch, and they'll see to it that you have plenty to
eat until I come back home," he said.
The chief shook his head sadly.
"Bad! bad! Young braves no think when kill runaway steers. Never more
can happen after this. Send skins to pay when get um. Glad get meat for
squaw and pappoose."
That was the extent of his remarks.
"I guess Injuns ain't got much of a supply of words," remarked Will
aside to Bluff.
"But he means all right. I like the old chap's looks. Come along, Frank,
and tell us all about it. You look like you've been in a fight. Say! the
reds didn't tackle you, did they?" exclaimed Bluff.
"One did; a little chap about hip-high. Ho was out trying to snare a
jack-rabbit, when he found me. I'd taken a header down over a root, and
was lying in a state where I didn't care whether school kept or not. He
led me to their camp, and Jerry found me there later. That's all of it
in a nutshell. Now I'm going to have Mr. Mabie wrap up my hand and take
a look at my head, for it still rings.
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