“The first time he come,” explained Benson, “was in broad daylight; right after I’d made my escape. I think it was the second day I was here. I was expecting it, and stayed close in the tepee; and he didn’t see me. Iron Bow fed him lies, and he went away. Though that had seemed to satisfy him, he was back that same night. He sneaked in that time, thinking he’d catch me if I was hiding here; but he didn’t. He had an Indian blanket round him, and how long he had been in the village before the Indians caught on, nobody knows. He revealed himself accidentally, by catching his blanket against a snaggy limb and stripping it from his head and shoulders. After which, when he saw that the jig was up, he laughed and told them some fishy yarn about trying to fool them. “When Iron Bow--he wasn’t here at the time--heard about it, the thing made him mad as fire. He doesn’t particularly like Cody, anyway; so I took pains to make him madder, showing him that it was an insult. So if Cody does it again, and is caught, there’s going to be trouble.” White-eyed Moses listened to this uneasily. “Maype he is oudt on the hills now?” he suggested. “I don’t think it. You see, since he was seen here I have had two Utes hired to stay out on the hills and watch for him.” “If he saw that fiddling and dancing it will be a gifaway!” “I don’t see why, since you say you told in the town that you was coming out here to play for a dance.” This considerably relieved the apprehension of the fiddler. “But if he saw me with you?” he questioned. “He would think I’m an Indian, wouldn’t he? I’m looking out for that.” White-eyed Moses looked at the road agent with a glance of admiration. “You are a smardt man,” he said, “and that is why Gopher Gabe haf picked you oudt for this chob.” “Jest the same, I’d been glad to have him pick another.” “What shall I tell him vhen I go back?” Benson got up and closed the flap of the skin tepee, to keep the Utes from peering in. But as he came back he laughed; for shadows dropping down showed that they had sought the ground, and he saw then the lower edges of the skins lifted and black eyes looking in. “Yet there are some people who say that an Indian is a stolid thing, without curiosity!” he commented. “Take a look at that line of eyes, will ye?” “I am seeing them,” said White-eyed Moses. “What was you going to do?” “I was going to look at the clothing and stuff you brought me, but I won’t do it now. You can tell me about it; not many of them understand English.” “There is a suidt of cloding,” said the fiddler. “Also vhiskers and mustache, and a vig; nothing cheap, you understand, but expensive goodts, the best that could be had in ’Frisco. He sent Swansea Bill to ’Frisco to get them for this very occasion. Dhen there are paints and dyes, and all dhat. You will find idt gomplete.” “What’s my lay?”