Two arrows : a story of red and white . e men are doing first-rate too. This eres my old camp-in-ground, but theres been an Indian camp here sincesun-up. How do you know that, Pine ? Found live fire. There hasnt been any dew on it toput it out. Whats more, theyve gone on into the moun-tains. Hunting-party. Were all right, jedge. The mining expedition now kindled fires of its own, andsomething was done in the way of getting supper. Therewas no grass, but the horses and mules could attend fairlywell to the contents of their nose-bags, and the men paidthem all manner of attention. Only a greenhor
Two arrows : a story of red and white . e men are doing first-rate too. This eres my old camp-in-ground, but theres been an Indian camp here sincesun-up. How do you know that, Pine ? Found live fire. There hasnt been any dew on it toput it out. Whats more, theyve gone on into the moun-tains. Hunting-party. Were all right, jedge. The mining expedition now kindled fires of its own, andsomething was done in the way of getting supper. Therewas no grass, but the horses and mules could attend fairlywell to the contents of their nose-bags, and the men paidthem all manner of attention. Only a greenhorn is care-less of the comfort and welfare of his horse. Sile drank well at last, under his fathers direction, andthen he felt like eating something. After that it seemedto him as if the whole world had only been made as agood place to sleep in. He did not care whether the tentswere pitched or not. All he wanted was a piece ofground large enough to lie on, and a blanket, and he wasready to sleep as soundly and silently as if he had been. there isnt anything else quite so good as water. Water! Water! G5 one of the mountains which raised their shadowy headsinto the light of the rising moon. He had been withoutwater for the first time in his life. He had stood itthrough heroically, he had found a spring, and now heneeded a long sleep. 5 66 Two A rrows: A Story of Red and White. CHAPTER A NEW WORLD. HP WO AKKOWS wiped the blood of the cougar from-?- the blade of his lance. He was glad it was a goodlance. His father had traded a pony for it, as he wellknew, with a Mexican, years before that, and it was noordinary weapon. He had chosen it from among half adozen as the very thing with which to do something un-common, and now it had proved its value. He almostfelt an affection for that lance. One-eye had lain down close to the dead body of thecougar, as if watching him for any returning signs of that great cat had quivered, there was a dog ready toshake the quiver out of
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