BILL RETURNS FROM HIS SCOUT 



mine, an' I'm sure he'll not let any of his people 

 interfere with you. Some of his outfit'll be apt 

 to look you up in a few days, an' if they come to 

 see you you must treat 'em well." 



"Of course we will," I replied, "for we want to 

 keep on good terms with them." 



At Camp Coyotelope, which we reached in time 

 for dinner, Bill had to repeat to Tom and Jack 

 all he had told me about his trip to the Kiowa vil- 

 lage. During the afternoon we lounged about 

 camp and at the approach of evening Jack and I 

 saddled up and made the round of the wolf baits, 

 putting out fresh strychnine for the night, and re- 

 turned to camp in time to help demolish an excel- 

 lent supper. 



That evening Tom suggested to the scout: 



"Bill, while you're here, suppose you an* me 

 ride down to ol' To hausen's camp to-morrow 

 to see where he is an' make sure that he ain't 

 a-crowding on our huntin'-ground what do you 

 say?" 



"It's a whack, Tom; I'll go you!" replied Bill, 

 "an' we'll have a fair understanding with the ol' 

 man about how far he's to allow his people to 

 range up this way." 



In the morning they saddled up and started to 

 go to the Indian camp, but to our surprise Bill and 

 Tom were back at camp by noon, just as Jack and 

 I were getting ready for dinner. 



"Why, what brought you back so soon?" I 

 asked as they rode up and dismounted. 



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