eath
in their path. Not until Geronimo and his worst bucks were run down in
old Mexico and transported bodily to the East was the danger to the
Southwest terminated.

Nothing of the kind has taken place in Wyoming, Montana, the Dakotas and
other reservations further east, but there is always a certain number of
malcontents on the reservations who cause trouble. They steal away
unnoticed by the authorities, and engage in thieving, and, when the
chances are favorable against detection, commit graver crimes.

"That Injin that come into the timber last night was a sort of dog Injin
that had come down from the Wind River Reservation to find out what he
could steal."

The boys looked at each other in astonishment. They had made no
reference to the visitor in the hearing of the guide, and could not
understand where he had gained his knowledge. He noticed their surprise,
and smiled.

"I seed the tracks of his pony, as well as his own. It was as plain to
me as the words of a printed book. Why didn't you shoot the chap?"

Thus appealed to, Jack told the story. Hazletine listened with an
expression of amused contempt on his bearded face.

"You'll git over that afore you've been here long. I think I know who he
was. Tell me how he looked."

Jack was able to give a good description of his visitor, and before it
was finished the guide nodded his head several times.

"It was him, Motoza, one of the worst scamps west of the Mississippi."

"What do you suppose he was after?"

"He'll steal anything he can lay his hands on. If he'd found us all
asleep he'd shot every one of us. That's the kind of a feller Motoza is.
You played it well on him, catching him as you did, but you'd played it
a hanged sight better if you'd put a bullet through him afore you asked
any questions."

"What tribe does he belong to?"

"That's a queer part of it. Gin'rally it's easy to tell from the dress,
paint and style of an Injin what his tribe or totem is, but there's
nothing of the kind 'bout Motoza to guide you. I think he's a Sioux."

"I understood those red men live further to the eastward."

"So they do; but Motoza has wandered from his people. He was under
Sitting Bull, and went with him into British America when it got too hot
on this side of the line; but Sitting Bull come back, and Motoza
follered. He tries to make b'leve he's a good Injin, and sometimes he is
for months at a time on the reservation. Then the devil gits into him,
and he