trust. Be that as it may, the score of families reached the valley of
the Upper Pecos in due time, and the settlement was begun and duly
christened New Boston.

"How long do yer s'pose you folks are goin' to stay yer? Why, just
long enough for Lone Wolf to hear tell that you've arriv, and he'll
down here and clear you out quicker'n lightning."

This was the characteristic observation made by the old scout, hunter
and guide, Sut Simpson, as he reined up his mustang to chat awhile
with the new-comers, whom he looked upon as the greatest lunk-heads
that he had ever encountered in all of his rather eventful experience.
He had never seen them before; but he did not care for that, as he had
the frankness of a frontiersman and never stood upon ceremony in the
slightest degree.

"Did you ever hear tell of Lone Wolf?" he continued, as a group,
including nearly the entire population, gathered about the veteran of
the plains. "I say, war any of you ever introduced to that American
gentleman?"

He looked around, from face to face, but no one responded. Whenever
he fixed his eye upon any individual, that one shook his head to
signify that he knew nothing of the Apache chief whose name he had
just mentioned.

"What I meant to say," he continued, "is that any of you have got any
yearnin' toward Lone Wolf, feeling as if your heart would break if you
did n't get a chance to throw your arms about him, why, you need n't
feel bad, _'cause you'll get the chance_."