considering over the matter, concluded that he had done a pretty good
thing.




CHAPTER VII.

FISHING FOR A FRIEND.


"I think I dumped that Apache down there just as nicely as any one could
have done it," said Fred, as he sat upon the ground. "It must have taken
him by surprise when I banged into his back that way. I'd like to know
whether he fell on his head or feet. He hadn't much time to get ready for
the fall, and so maybe it wasn't just as he wanted it. I don't think it
was, either, with Mickey or me. Such things ain't generally in this part
of the world. Maybe some of the others were standing around, and this
fellow went down on their heads. If he did, it must have shaken all their
dinners up. That's a pretty good way to fall down there, and although I
didn't get hurt much, I wouldn't want to try it again."

Fred had had remarkable success, but there was a question as to what he
was going to do with it. He was on the outside of the cavern, with the
means at command for assisting Mickey to the surface, but, the Indians
being down below, it was not clear how this was to be done, as they were
likely to take a hand in the matter.

As preliminary to any elaborate attempts in that direction, it was
necessary that he should apprise him of his presence, and establish some