Go in peace, and you shall not be harmed, but on your first attempt to injure me you die." The words, perhaps, were unnecessary, for it may be said that the action of the youth was more eloquent.

Be that as it may, the redskin showed a commendable promptness in all that he did.

He vaulted lightly upon the bare back of his pony, whose bridle consisted of but a single thong, and turned the head of the brute outward.

He did not speak, for it was not required.

The pony knew what was wanted; and, with his nose pointed out on the prairie, he emerged from among the trees into the open, with the warrior astride.
Even in that trying moment Jack Dudley was surprised at one fact--that was the wonderful silence of the animal.