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On, on rode Two Arrows and his companion, and it almost seemed as if both were growing older. It was no sort of boy-play to ride like that, with such tremendous consequences depending upon them. Sile's merry face put on a tremendously sober and earnest expression, while Two Arrows looked as if he were already a chief in command of a war-party. So he was, only that the party was a very small one.
"It's plenty strong enough to carry a spoon. You won't have to skitter it a bit." "Ugh! Heap fish," said Two Arrows, but he did not understand Sile's remark and wondered what was to come next. During all his life thus far he had never thought of the pale-faces as fishermen, or that they really knew anything valuable about such matters.
The horses, therefore, at once began to take advantage of the grass. This state of things continued, and grew worse and worse every minute, until a good long hour after the main body had moved away along Sile's trail towards the notch. Then, altogether unexpectedly, but as by one impulse, all the Apache horse-guard gave a sudden start and turned their heads in one direction.
Sile's eyes and thoughts ran about over everything he heard or saw until he almost had a headache. "Tell you what, father," he said to the judge, "when we go into camp again I'm going to show them my box." "It's a curiosity box. Show it to them." The road was necessarily somewhat rough, and wagoning was slow work, and before sunset a place was chosen for an all-night camp.
Judge Parks carried a spy-glass as good as Sile's and it was up instantly. "That's Sile, but the horse he's leading isn't a pony. Look, Pine." "I'd call it How close this thing does bring 'em. I could count his buttons. He's carrying two rifles and a lance. Something mighty queer has turned up, jedge, but you can see that Sile's all right. What can have become of Two Arrows?
Dere's a wum at de root or a wum in de leaves, or dey's too much rain or too much sun, or de sile's like a beef bone dat's been biled fer soup mo' dan's reasonable. Now Aun' Sheba's de indewidooel cotton-plant we's a-'siderin', an' I doan see how she's gwine to res' a while any mo'n I kin. Ef I shet up my rasteran de business gwine ter drap off ter some oder rasteran."
Could it be possible? the horns of a buck! "Maybe I can hit him. I've heard of such a thing. I'll aim below them; his body is there somewhere." Two Arrows could have told him just how that deer was standing, but Sile's guess-work was pretty good. He let his rifle-muzzle sink on a line with one of those antlers, and had lowered it a little too much when he pulled the trigger.
His tribe was at peace with the pale-faces, except as to horse-flesh, and that fact saved Sile's life. He had been accounted the best wrestler in his set, at home and at school, and his muscles were in capital order. It was not by any means an uneven match, therefore, and Two Arrows would have been glad enough to get away.
When the moment for again setting out arrived and the word was given, Judge Parks inquired, "Pine, where is Sile?" "Where? I'd call it There he is on his blanket, sound asleep. I'll shake him up." "Do, while I put the saddle on his horse. Guess he's tired a little." A sharp shake of Sile's shoulder had to be followed by another, and then a sleepy voice responded, "Water?
Lock and key were mysteries they had no thought of, and they almost started back with surprise when Sile pushed a thin bit of steel into one side of that contrivance and all the upper part of it could be tipped right over. Sile's "box" would have been first-rate rummaging for any boy of his acquaintance, and it was a mine of wonders to the two young savages.
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