He spoke doggedly: "It has never deceived me.

Six years ago, when we was trying to round up Geronimo and his Apache imps, ten of us camped in the Moggollon Mountains.

Hot! Well, you never knowed anything like it.

All day long the metal of our guns would blister our naked hands; we didn't get a drop of water from sunup till sundown; we was close on to the trail of the varmints, and we kept at it by moonlight till our horses gave out and we tumbled out among the rocks so used up that we could hardly stand.

Our lieutenant was a bright young chap from South Car'lina that had come out of West Point only that summer, but he was true blue and warn't afeared of anything.