If so, these Indians are vastly our superiors, and we must sit humbly at their feet." During this talk the worn and wounded Thurstane had been lying asleep.

He now appeared from his dormitory, nodded a hasty good-morning, and pushed for the door.
"Train's all right," said Glover.

"Jest took a squint at it.

Peaceful's a ship becalmed.

Not a darned Apache in sight." "You are sure ?" demanded the young officer.
"Better get some more peach-leaf pain-killer on your arm 'n' set straight down to breakfast." "If the Apaches have vamosed, Coronado might join us," suggested Thurstane.
"Never!" answered Mrs.Stanley with solemnity.