I tied my horse up and went to help the child, who screamed and bit at me, and said something about his people killing me.

Every time I tried to touch or pacify him it was the same.

I did not know what to do, the horses were miles away.

I decided to leave the boy where he was, go after the horses, and then return with them to my last night's camp, and give the boy back to his father.

When he saw me mount, he howled and yelled, but I gave him to understand what I was going to do and he lay down and cried.