The scout promised to convey the message, and said he would guide an escort to the Sacred Mountain for the officer and his wife. “If there were any means of sending word to the fort we should be pleased to have Buffalo Bill and his pards remain with us until the Lieutenant and Mrs. Avery return,” said Miss Mona. Cayuse promptly offered to take the message, but Buffalo Bill demurred, saying that he presumed it would be best for all to return to the fort, on account of the horses. Little Moonbeam instantly overcame that objection by saying: “In our farming operations Mrs. Sherley and I have had use for an Indian corn knife and secured one. With that we can easily cut grass here and carry it to the horses. The cavern at the outer end of the passage is large enough for all of them, and no roving band of Indians would find them there. If they did they would not dare touch them. “Mrs. Sherley and I have lived here years, and the Indians have never as yet even discovered the cavern, although leaving offerings in the crevasse as often as once a month. Inside the cavern, covered with a flat rock, is a pool of pure water--and thus we have the dumb animals provided for.” “We accept your hospitality, and if you will produce the corn knife we will proceed to feed the animals at once, so that Cayuse may be on his way early in the afternoon.” The horses were led into the cavern and given water and grass. Then Nomad thought he had better stay with the animals, as he said: “Fer fear that cantankerous ole sarpint ov er Hide-rack’ll git p’inted in ther wrong direction an’ cut loose ’th them weepins o’ hisn.” Skibo “reckoned” he had best remain with Nomad, and so only the scout and Tootsie were left with the Averys and their hostesses. After Cayuse had been gone some time Miss Mona invited the scout to accompany her to the top of the wall. Tootsie was asleep in the grass and the lieutenant and his bride had retired to their bower. Far to the south could be seen Little Cayuse, jogging along toward the fort. The girl became greatly interested in the scout’s field glass, never having seen one before. She was delighted with the way it jumped Cayuse back a mile or so in his journey, and she laughingly exclaimed: “What a trim little Indian he is! I can see his feather with the glass.” Several miles to the westward a small herd of buffalo were feeding. “A peaceful scene,” said the scout. “Yes, and how great and desolate it is! Except for this little garden of Eden below, it is two miles to grass and water--yet I love it and hate to leave it, but----” She paused and looked curiously at the scout. “But what?” he asked. “I want your advice,” she told him. “I’ll give you the best I have in stock,” he said. “I have had a glimpse of my own people and a dream of the great world beyond where I can see. They have told me of the wonders of the cities and the great schools of girls, where they learn so much that I yearn to know.