into the shade of the grove, where, an instant before, had
flickered the white of Evadna's dress. The shadows lay there
quietly now, undisturbed by so much as a sleepy bird's fluttering
wings.

"I was just thinking of the way I yanked that dog down into old
Wolfbelly's camp," he said, though there was no tangible reason
for lying to them. "Mister!" he added, his eyes still searching
the shadows out there in the grove, "we certainly did go some!"



CHAPTER V

"I DON'T CARE MUCH ABOUT GIRLS"

"There's no use asking the Injuns to go on the warpath," Gene
announced disgustedly, coming out upon the porch where the rest
of the boys were foregathered, waiting for the ringing tattoo
upon the iron triangle just outside the back door which would be
the supper summons. "They're too lazy to take the trouble--and,
besides, they're scared of dad. I was talking to Sleeping Turtle
just now--met him down there past the Point o' Rocks."

"What's the matter with us boys going on the warpath ourselves?
We don't need the Injuns. As long as she knows they're hanging
around close, it's all the same. If we could just get mum off
the ranch--"

"If we could kidnap her--say, I wonder if we couldn't!" Clark