“If we find those bear-hide stealers, watch what I do to them!” he grimly answered.
We were about to go on when we saw five riders come into the north edge of the prairie, pause for a moment, and then start loping straight toward us; and even at that distance, by the way they sat their horses, and quirted them, we knew them for what they were, Apaches.
“We must not show that we are afraid of them. We will not fear them!” our young friend exclaimed, and turned about to sit facing their approach, as did Hannah and I, she taking her automatic from its holster and concealing and holding it in a fold of her dress. Our young friend re-strung his bow, and held it and several arrows across his lap, as I did my rifle. As the riders neared us we made out that four of them wore the blue uniform of
