r we've had breakfast we'll be on our way. It was just as you said,
though; he had the good sense to keep clear of the heels of the horses."

"Who are you talking about, the Moqui?" asked Frank, sitting up
suddenly, as he caught a peculiar strain in the other's voice.

"Yes, our friend, Havasupai; who vamoosed in the night!" laughed Bob.

CHAPTER XI

AT THE GRAND CANYON

"Do you mean it?" asked Frank.

"Come out, and see for yourself," Bob returned. "I've looked all around,
and not a sign of the old fellow can I find."

"And both horses are there?" Frank continued, making a break for the
exit.

"As fine as you please. Our friend didn't want a second try from those
clever heels of Buckskin. He gave them a wide berth when he cleared out,
I warrant. Oh! you can look everywhere, and you won't see a whiff of
Havasupai. He's skipped by the light of the moon, all right."

Bob backed off, as his chum walked this way and that. He grinned as
though he really enjoyed the whole thing. In his mind he had figured
that it would turn out something this way, so he was not very much
surprised.

"What d'ye think, Frank," he exclaimed, presently; "don't you remember
promising to share our venison at breakfast with the Moqui?"

"Why yes, to be sure I do; but what of that, Bob?"

"Only that he didn't forget," laughed the other.

Frank immediately glanced toward the carcase of the little antelope.

"Ginger! he did go and cut himself a piece from it, sure enough," he
admitted.

"While he thought our company not as nice as our room, still, he didn't
object to sharing our meat. And, Frank, he wasn't at all stingy about
the amount he took, either," Bob complained.

"Oh! well, I reckon there's still enough for us, and to spare. Besides,
we've got heaps of other things along in our packs, for an emergency,
you know. Suppose we make a pot of coffee, and start things."

"That's all right, Frank; I'll attend to it," declared Bob; "but why
under the sun do you suppose now, that sly old Moqui dodged out like
that?"

"Well, for one thing, he may have suspected us," replied Frank.

"What! after all we did for him, took him in, and forgave his sins, even
to offering to mend any broken ribs, if he'd had any, through that horse
kick? I can't just understand that," Bob ventured, while he measured out
enough ground coffee to make a pot of the tempting hot beverage.

"He took the alarm, it seems," Frank went on, indifferently. "K