CHAPTER XXVII.--THE APACHES HAVE THEIR WAY.

If an earthquake had shaken the rocks about his ears, Sam could not have

been more shocked and startled than he was at the barking of the dog.

As for Ike, he was rendered speechless, for Maj had darted away without

any apparent effort to hold him back.

"Ah, golly!" gasped Wah Shin, "de fat am allee gone in de file!"

Although Maj had done all the damage possible, for Sam could see by the

movements of the Indians that they had heard the barking, yet he did not

provoke his young master to anger.

Sam sprang down, caught the dog by the collar and pulled him back to

their hiding place.

"I--I wish we'd a left dat ar dorg back home!" cried Ike. "He ain't did

no good eber sence we started, but to eat up de grub; an' now he goes

an' makes a fuss, jest whin we most wanted foh him to keep his tongue to

hisself."

"See that he does not get out again," said Sam. "After all the dog only

led the Indians to a discovery which they must have made sooner or

later. Ah, I wish Ulna had not gone out. He knows the habits of these

people and he would know what to do."

"De man as knows what to do ondah dese yer sarcumstances," groaned Ike,

"is a heap sight smarter'n me."

"Plenty men know heap mo' den you," said Wah Shin, who was evidently in

a bad humor. "You don' know 'nuff gettee in out lain."

"Hist! Keep still," said Sam, who had again clambered to his perch on

the rock that commanded a view of the fire. "I can see men coming this

way."

"Oh, laws a massy!" cried Ike, and with one hand he held the dog, while

with the other he pressed his lips, "to keep from hollerin' right out,"

as he afterward expressed it.

Sam was not mistaken as to the movements of the Apaches. A number of

them, led by their chief, had left Ulna in charge of the others and

advanced boldly to the head of the ravine.

As a proof that they had no fear of the party they were in search of,

one of the braves carried a torch, which he brandished above his head

till he seemed to walk amid a fountain of sparks.

Taking a position where he could see without being seen, Sam, with an

anxiously beating heart, watched the oncoming braves.

They approached to within about fifty yards of the rocks in which the

little band had sought refuge, and came to a sudden halt.

Sam was wondering what would happen next, when, to his great surprise,

the chief called out:

"Hello, white mans! Hello!"

The Indian spoke broken English in a way that no combination of letters

could give a correct idea of, so for our own convenience, as well as for

the reader's clearer understanding, we shall report what he said in the

ordinary way, though Indians never use the elegant language some writers

put into their mouths.

"What do you want?" was Sam's response to the Indian's outcry.

"Who you are?" asked the Indian.

"My name is Sam Willett."

"Where you come from?"

"From the canyon."

"Oh, no; that's a Ute lie."

"I did not ask you to believe me, nor do I care to talk to you. Go off

about your business, if you have any," said Sam, his confidence

increasing every moment that he spoke.

"You got dog?"

"Yes."

"Big dog?"

"A very big dog."

"Him bite?"

"Yes, if you come nearer."

"That dog fat?"

At this question the Indians laughed and jumped about, as if they

thought their chief had uttered a very fine joke, for to the Apache a

fat dog is the daintiest dish in all the world.

Sam treated the inquiry about Maj's condition with haughty silence,

while all the time the animal under consideration was growling and

straining to break away from Ike, as if eager to exhibit his condition

and his teeth.

"You all white men?" was Blanco's next question.

"No--not all," shouted Sam.

"Who you three be?"

"I shan't tell you."

"Why you no tell?"

"Because it is none of your business."

"Dat am de gospil truff," said Ike, "an' if he don't light out purty

soon dar'll be a loose dog a-howlin' 'round, for I can't hold onter Maj

much longer."

"My name Blanco. Me big Apache chief."

"Well, what do you want?" asked Sam.

"Me very good man."

"I am glad to hear it."

"Me and all my men, good friends to whites."

"And I am a good friend to the Indians; if you let me alone, I shall let

you alone. Good-night," said Sam, hoping that the Indian might prove

sensitive and take this as a hint to leave, but he had entirely mistaken

his man.

"When sun come up then where you go?" asked the chief, with the same

inquisitive manner.

At this juncture it struck Sam that he might be able not only to make

these people his friends, but to utilize them in getting to his father,

so he said in a kindlier tone than he had yet used:

"We are going to Hurley's Gulch."

"You live there?"

"I want to get there. Do you know the _shortest_ road?"

This was asked as if Sam might be well acquainted with the longest road

himself.

"Oh, yes," said the chief.

"If you guide me--by the shortest way--to Hurley's Gulch to-morrow

morning, I will give you money, rifles, pistols, knives, blankets, and

lots of other good things," said Sam with lavish generosity.

"You got money, rifles, knives, blankets, all good things with you here,

eh?" asked the chief.

"We have all the arms we need for our own defense, and we know how to

use them. But you guide me to Hurley's Gulch, and I will keep my word,"

said Sam, with more confidence than he felt.

Instead of replying at once to this generous proposition, the chief

spoke with his followers for some minutes in low, guttural tones.

Sam could hear the murmur of their voices, and he rightly guessed that

they were discussing whether to accept his offer in good faith, or to

kill and rob himself and his companions.

"We see you, sun up; you no leave," called out the chief at length.

"You must make up your mind to-night, for I am going to leave early in

the morning," said Sam.

"Oh, all right. I on hand," was the chief's reply.

Again they consulted together, and Sam could see that four men remained

behind to watch, while the others, with the chief, went down to the

fire.

All this time Sam was in great trouble about Ulna, for he did not even

suspect that he was a prisoner in the hands of his cruel tribal foes.

Ike and Wah Shin were in great tribulation about themselves, for they

had no faith in the Indians; indeed, they firmly believed that the

Apaches would scalp them all on the morrow.

Ike gave expression to his feelings in the remark:

"When we was down in that yar canyon den I felt ez if I'd rudder be in

any odder place in dis worl', or de nex'; but now I'd a heap sight

sooner be down dar dan up yar."

Though tired and sleepy, Sam could not think of closing his eyes that

night, for he feared to trust Ike or Wah Shin on guard, and he half

expected an attack from the Apaches before morning.

He knew that any attempt at escape would be detected, and might hasten

the struggle he was so anxious to avoid.

More than once he wished himself back in the canyon, but the thought that

he was nearer to his father, and the hope that after all the Indians

might not be so bad as he feared, gave him courage to face the future.

He knew that resistance against such a force, and with his own limited

supply of food and water, would be downright folly. So when the chief

appeared before the rocks, just as the sun was rising, he went out to

meet him, and shook hands with him.

"Me come down to water, eat something," said the chief, in what seemed a

hospitable spirit.

[Illustration: _Sam went out to meet the chief and shook hands with

him._]

Sam, Ike, and Wah Shin took up their bundles and with the dog, went back

to the spring.

Here to their amazement and horror they found Ulna lying near the fire

with his hands and feet bound.

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