We are under the protection of the American eagle.

Moreover, hospitalities have been interchanged." Next the experiences of the last twenty-four hours, first Mrs.Stanley's version and then Coronado's, were related.

He had little to tell: there had been a quiet night and much slumber; the Moquis had stood guard and been every way friendly; the Apaches had left the valley and gone to parts unknown.
The truth is that he had slept more than half of the time.

Journeying, fighting, watching, and anxiety had exhausted him as well as every one else, and enabled him to plunge into slumber with a delicious consciousness of it as a restorative and a luxury.
Now that he was himself again, he wondered at what he had been.

For two days he had faced death, fighting like a legionary or a knight-errant, and in short playing the hero.