the son of
your old-time enemy, Eye-of-the-Moon. He's a man of tremendous
ambition. Thinks a heap of hisself. Notions ter become the boss war
chief of the hull Sioux nation, same as Sitting Bull. Ever since his
earliest youth he's held that ambition in front of him, devotin'
himself to attainin' it; aimin' at excellin' in horsemanship, in
military exercises, and in the knowledge of strategy. 'Fore he'd
gotten outer his childhood, he'd reco'nized that the white man has many
advantages over the red, an' he'd made up his mind t' acquire intimate
knowledge of the ways of civilization, addin' a college eddication to
the trainin' of a nat'rally sly an' crafty Injun. I'm told he attended
one of the big American universities. Guess that's how he come ter
speak what you calls clean-cut English. But Isa Blagg c'n tell you a
heap more about Broken Feather 'n I can. Here's Isa comin' along, with
Abe. They'll be glad ter see you."

While Abe and Isa were heartily welcoming the unexpected return of
Kiddie, and plying him with a multitude of questions, young Rube Carter
watched them from the doorway of the bunk house.

Rube was painfully bashful of this newly-arrived stranger, whom he
regarded merely as a traveller passing along the Salt Lake Trail. Yet
he was curiously fascinated by the man who owned such a beautiful horse
and who knew his way so unerringly about Birkenshaw's camp.

The more he watched, the more the boy was perplexed.

By all appearances the stranger was a person of very great importance;
and yet there were Gideon, Mr. Blagg, and Abe Harum talking and
laughing with him familiarly, as if he were their intimate friend and
they his equals!

Presently all four of them glanced towards the doorway where the boy
was standing. Abe Harum left the little group and strode forward in
advance.

"Rube," he called, "you gotter come along right now an' be interdooced
ter Lord St. Olave. He's just pinin' ter know you."

"Lord Saint Olave?" repeated Rube. "Gee! that's a mouthful! A lord,
is he? I was guessin' he couldn't be no real frontier scout, spite of
his outfit. Say, what'm I ter call him? Have I gotter say 'your
highness,' or 'your ex'lency,' or what?"

"No, nothin' ceremonious," Abe assured him. "You drop in a 'sir' now
an' again, like; an' you takes off your hat when he puts out his hand.
Come along!"

He drew the boy forward. Kiddie advanced. Rube took off his hat and
dropped it.

"This is