Thought we had lost you,
too."
Dick went ahead with his story from the very beginning, and told of the
downfall of Pokopokowo, and his escape, and of his all-night ride into
the west, to accidentally stumble, at daylight, into camp.
The boys listened in amazement to this record of courage on the part of
its youngest member, and some seemed to doubt the Indian part of it.
"Sho, yer dreamin', kid," said Sol Flatbush, the cow-puncher. "Thar
ain't no Injuns like that in this yere part o' ther country. Why, an
Injun wouldn't dare carry off a kid like that."
"You don't believe it, eh?" exclaimed Dick hotly.
"I believe yer," said Bud soothingly, for the boy was very nervous from
being up all night and his hard ride, which would have taxed the
energies of a grown man. "Don't yer mind what thet ole pelican says. He
ain't got no more sense than a last year's bird's nest, nohow."
"The Indian had this around his neck," said Dick, "and when he fell it
came loose from his neck, and I picked it up, for I thought some one
might think I wasn't telling the truth.
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