A NIGHT IN THE KIOWA CAMP 



Tom grasped the extended hand and thereafter 

 appeared to feel on terms of perfect equality with 

 the officer. 



"I can't allow you to see old To hausen," Tom 

 explained, "he's too sick to see company; an* I 

 can't devote much time to your entertainment 

 myself, captain, but I'll tell the Injuns to try an' 

 make your visit agreeable; an' you an' Peck'll 

 have to get along the best you can." 



Tom turned to an old Indian, who, he said, was 

 next in rank to To hausen, and explained to him 

 in Mexican who we were and the object of our 

 visit. The old warrior then in a loud voice made 

 an announcement to the camp in the Kiowa 

 tongue, after which he repeated to Tom what he 

 had told his people. 



"This old fellow," explained Tom to the cap- 

 tain, "is named Lobo. He told the Indians that 

 I said: 'These two white men are our good friends. 

 One of them is a captain of soldiers from the fort. 

 They heard that our chief was very sick and they 

 have come all the way from the fort to bring some 

 more good medicine for To hausen. They are 

 good men an', Kiowas, you must be good to 'em. 

 Our camp an' all that we have is at their service. 

 Make them welcome, Kiowas.' 



"Now," continued Tom, "as Lobo says, 'the 

 camp is yours.' He has given orders to his women 

 to unsaddle your horses an' unpack your mule, 

 an' some of the youngsters will drive your animals 



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