There were, at the moment, three Indians there, Sioux, well behaved and self-respecting, and she explained to me that they had been resting there waiting for dinner, and that a white man had come along and tried to run off their horses.

The Indians were on the lookout, however, and, running out, they caught the man; but, after retaking their horses and depriving him of his gun, they let him go.

"I don't see why they let him go," exclaimed my hostess.

"I don't believe in stealing Indians' horses any more than white folks'; so I told 'em they could go along and hang him--I'd never cheep.

Anyhow, I won't charge them anything for their dinner," concluded my hostess.