A NIGHT IN THE KIOWA CAMP 



store, but a hesitating glance at Lobo seemed to 

 decide them to refuse the proffered gifts, and with 

 a pleasant, "No quiero, serlor" ("Don't want 

 it, sir"), which their looks belied, they turned 

 away. 



"Give them to me, captain," I said, "and I'll 

 place them where they won't reject the money." 

 I carried the two silver pieces into the lodge and 

 put them with the other things. No objection was 

 made to my leaving these presents where they 

 could be found, but Indian hospitality forbade 

 them openly to accept gifts from a guest. 



At dinner Jack proposed that Captain Saunders 

 and he should go out that afternoon and kill some 

 buffalo and put out some poison. The captain 

 was eager to go, for he was quite without experi- 

 ence in this form of sport. After Saunders was 

 armed, equipped, and mounted he and Jack rode 

 away and I turned to and attended to the dinner 

 dishes. 



It was near sunset when they got back to camp, 

 reporting that they had killed and poisoned some 

 buffalo, and Captain Saunders had killed also an 

 antelope, the carcass of which he had tied on be- 

 hind his saddle and brought in. 



"L'ave the captain alone for the makin's of a 

 plainsman," exclaimed Jack as he dismounted 

 and began unsaddling. "He'll need but little 

 more instruction from any of us. He catches 

 on quick. He'll soon be like an old hand at the 



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