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surly and kept where I could not get them at 

 all, but presently some younger members of the 

 tribe ventured out and I snapped them. "He 

 says that they have hunted all around this coun- 

 try and that we better pull back to the Bonito," 

 advised Hi, turning to me after a short pow-wow 

 with the chief. 



We made our adieus a short time after and 

 got away amicably enough. You couldn't call 

 our meeting very cordial, but it was far better 

 than we anticipated. 



It turned out later that the Apaches had not 

 been doing much more than rustling a few horses 

 occasionally. As we rode back, however, we saw 

 one buck sitting on a rock with his gun between 

 his knees, just where Hi said he guessed they 

 were strung out looking at us over their sights 

 in anticipation of a hostile meeting, and the buck 

 watched us out of sight and, for all we know, 

 trailed us. 



