Madge's eyes.

This was too much for a knight of prowess tamely to endure, and the boy
blustered around in his most vigorous impersonation of the character of
Broncho Bob.

"This ranch ain't big enough to hold Holy John and me too. Him or me,
one or the other, has sure got to ask for his time, and it won't be me
either, you hear me shout. I 'll get him sure buffaloed, and if he
don't pull his freight before he 's a day older, there 'll be the
biggest killing here that Apache Teju ever heard of."

It was very quiet the next day at the ranch. Mr. and Mrs. Williams and
Madge had driven to Silver City, the cowboys were all on the range, and
I kept in my room with some work. After a time I heard a noise at the
end of the house, just outside my room, and I went to see what it was.
Kid was there with a pick and shovel, toilsomely digging a hole in the
hard adobe soil.

"What are you doing, Kid?"

"Nothing much. Just digging a hole."

"Isn't that where the old Apache chief is buried?"

He looked up with interest. "Is this the place? Do you know right
where it is?"

"They told me it is there where you are digging. Those rocks that you
can barely see, outline his grave. Are you going to dig him up?"