The Indian sentinel pointed, and soon after there came toward them a horseman that at once riveted Lucille’s gaze. He was the Indian chief, Death Face, and he had just come down from the village to the pass, which his band of braves were guarding. The youthful warrior was resplendent in a new costume, from boots to war bonnet, for he had on a pair of handsome cavalry boots. Sitting his horse with conscious power, armed with the white man’s weapons of revolvers and bowie knife, his face hideously painted, and mounted upon an animal that was bedecked in barbaric splendor, Death Face struck Lucille as being the most remarkable being she had ever gazed upon. The chief fairly started as his eyes fell upon her, and the outlaw, after greeting him, said: “Death Face, I have been on a raid into the white man’s territory, and this lady is my captive, whom I shall sell back to her father for a large price.” To the utter amazement of Lucille, the young chief replied, in perfect English: “I do not believe in the theory of my people, chief, of making war upon women and children, and I am surprised that you, as a white man, should do so; but that is your affair, not mine. Only treat her well.” “That she will tell you I have done. I wish to place her in the renegade’s cabin in your camp.” “You can do so.” The outlaw and his captive were then riding on, when he halted and said: “Chief Death Face, those braves of yours whom I took with me I shall arm with repeating rifles and revolvers. I also have a pair of fine revolvers, a knife and a rifle for you, with a very handsome buckskin suit sent by an officer at the fort to a friend in the East, with slouch hat and all. “They will fit you, I am sure, and I wish you to accept them, as well as several fine Mexican serapes.” “Thank you, Captain Eagle, I will take them.” “You have done well, I see, on your raid?” “Oh, yes.” “Come to my quarters in the village to-night.” “I will.” “But have you any word of the soldiers?” “They are still on the other side, though I did not see them.” “I supposed they had gone, for we had seen no camp-fire smoke for three days.” “It may be a trick, so still be cautious and guard the fords, especially now that I have a captive here for whose rescue Colonel Carr would doubtless send his whole force.” With this the chief rode on, muttering to himself: “I must win that fellow with presents, for he will be the next chief after Iron Eyes, and he has as much influence now. Probably he has been educated in some school, for he speaks English like a paleface, and acts like one, too. There is some secret about him that I cannot fathom.” He had not ridden far before Lucille came up alongside of him. She saw now about her in a valley like cañon a camp of Indians. They were in full war paint, and gazed savagely at her as she rode by, yet were gloating in her capture.