n Indian boy lay on it, looking straight at me. I stared
back at him and neither of us spoke. His head was bandaged and his cheek
was swollen, but with my memory for faces, even Indian faces, I knew him
at once for the boy who had followed us into Agua Fria and out of it
again.
Just then the frolickers came to the door and peered in at me.
"Are you awake?" Eloise asked.
Then seeing my face, she came romping in, followed by Mat and Beverly
and little Charlie Bent, all wet and hilarious. They gave no heed to the
Indian boy, who pretended to be asleep. Once, however, I caught him
watching Beverly, and his eyes were like dagger points.
"We are having the best times. You must get well right away, because we
are going to stay." They all began to clatter, noisily.
Rex Krane appeared at the door just then and they stopped suddenly.
"Clear out of here, you magpies," he commanded, and they scuttled away
into the warm rain and the puddles again.
"Do you want anything, Gail?" Rex asked, bending over me.
I drew his head down with my right arm.
"I want that Indian out of here," I whispered.
"Out he goes," Rex returned, promptly, and almost before I knew it the
boy was taken away. When we were alone the tall young man sat down
beside me.
"You want to ask me a million questions. I'll answer 'em to save you
the trouble," he began, in his comfortable way.
"You are wounded in your shoulder. Slight, bullet, that's Mexican; deep,
arrow, that's Indian. But you are here and pretty much alive and you
will be well soon."
"And Uncle Esmond? Jondo? Bill?" I began, lifting myself up on my well
arm.
"Keep quiet. I'll answer faster. Everybody all right. Clarenden and
Jondo leave for Independence the minute you are better, and a military
escort permits."
I dropped down again.
"The U.S. Army, en route for perdition, via Santa Fe, is camping in the
big timbers down-stream now. Jondo and Esmond Clarenden will leave you
boys and girls here till it's safe to take you out again. And I and
Daniel Boone, vestal god and goddess of these hearth-fires, will keep
you from harm till that time. Bill's joining the army for sure now, and
our happy family life is ended as far as the Santa Fe Trail is
concerned. I'm a well man now, but not quite army-well yet, they tell
me."
"Tell me about this." I pointed to my shoulder.
"All in good time. It was a nasty mess of fish. A dozen Mexicans and as
many Indians had followed us all t
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