n," replied the Indian buck.

"It may not be so Long. Antelope must not make war upon the white man.
Antelope must stay the hands of the warlike Utes who seek the lives of
Chiquita's friend and his brothers. The warriors of the Utes must not
molest these people and it is Antelope who must obey Chiquita in this.
Hear not what Susan says and all will be well."

"Antelope hears the words of Chiquita. Antelope will see that no harm
comes to the friends of Chiquita, nor to the white man's brethren.
Antelope cares not for Susan. Antelope hears not her words, which are
cunning, but hears only Chiquita, the flower of the Utes."

CHAPTER VIII.

A GLIMPSE OF HOME.

Jack hastened his departure from the ranch on the Troublesome, stopping
at Hot Sulphur Springs one night, crossing the Berthoud pass, early in
the day, again fighting snow drifts as big as houses, as he skirted
around and over the great continental divide but a little distance from
the summit of cheerless Gray's Peak buried in her white mantle. Leaving
his pony at Georgetown for the mail carrier to lead back, he continued
his journey by rail to Denver and from there eastward to his home. Jack
dearly loved his New England home and, as the old scenes again appeared
before him, he saw new beauties to enchant and impress him. His mother,
sister and sweetheart were all on the veranda of the grand mansion, and,
as he jumped from the carriage, he found himself attacked by a center
rush such as no college boy ever before struck. At least five touch
downs were scored before they broke away.

"Did you bring any Indian things?" all demanded in a chorus.

"I say Jack," said Hazel, "where is the pony you promised me?"

"I want those eagle plumes for my hat," said one of his sisters. Even
his mother could not resist the avalanche of wants and, during an
opportune lull, archly asked if there was any danger of her having to
give up the "spare room" to an Indian daughter-in-law, which of course
produced a laugh at the expense of Hazel.

With the first greetings over, Jack at last got his mother and father
alone, and plunged into the subject uppermost in his mind.

"My son," his mother commented, "be cautious regarding your actions with
this heathen daughter of the wilderness. You can not tell what kind of
an ambush she may lead you into. Fancy Hazel trotting about educating
one of the young warriors!"

This was logic with a vengeance. Even Jack could not gainsay it.