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distinguished the form of a naked Apache, armed with 

 bow and arrow, crawling stealthily through the gloomy 

 ruins. 



Standing undiscovered within the shadow of the wall, 

 the Taos raised his bow, and drew an arrow to the head, 

 until the other, who was bending low to keep under 

 cover of the wall, and thus approach the sentinel stand- 

 ing at a short distance, seeing suddenly the well-defined 

 shadow on the ground, rose upright on his legs, and, 

 knowing escape was impossible, threw his arms down 

 his sides, and, drawing himself erect, exclaimed, in a 

 suppressed tone, " Wa-g-h ! " 



" Wagh !" exclaimed the Taos likewise, but quickly 

 dropped his arrow point, and eased the bow. 



" What does my brother want," he asked, " that he 

 lopes like a wolf round the fires of the white hunters ?" 



" Is my brother's skin not redf returned the Apache, 

 " and yet he asks a question that needs no answer. 

 Why does the ' medicine wolf follow the buffalo and 

 deer? For blood and for blood the Indian follows 

 the treacherous white from camp to camp, to strike 

 blow for blow, until the deaths of those so basely killed 

 are fully avenged." 



" My brother speaks with a big heart, and his words 

 are true ; and though the Taos and Pimo (Apache) 

 black their faces towards each other, (are at war,) here, 

 on the graves of their common fathers, there is peace 

 between them. Let my brother go." 



The Apache moved quickly away, and the Taos once 

 more sought the camp-fires of his white companions. 



