Publisher's Synopsis
Now is the time when the wild mustangs and the buffaloes go southward, and the Indians follow in the chase. The Kiowas are all right, for we arranged with them for the road, but the Apaches and Comanches know nothing of it, and we don't dare let them see us. We have finished our part, and are ready to leave this region; hurry up with yours, and do likewise. Remember there's danger, and good-by." Sam looked gravely after his retreating form, and pointed to a footprint near the spring where we had paused for parting. "He's quite right to warn us of Indians," he said. "Do you mean this footprint was made by an Indian?" "Yes, an Indian's moccasin. How does that make you feel?" "Not at all." "You must feel or think something." "What should I think except that an Indian has been here?"
