Hugh started his horse, and Jack did the same, and they galloped
off together. At first the boy bounced about a good deal, but after
a little he began to see what Hugh meant, and by sitting back a
little in the saddle and easing himself with his toes when the horse
struck the ground, he sat more comfortably, and before he had gone
very far he began to enjoy his ride. The cool wind blew against his
face and through his hair, the sun was bright, little birds rose
from the prairie as they galloped along, and it was very pleasant.
He looked up at Hugh, who was watching him with a kindly smile, and
laughed outright. "It's splendid, isn't it?" he said. Hugh answered
something, but the wind blew his words away.
Presently Hugh drew in his horse and they turned and rode up over a
little hill and stopped, looking across a narrow valley through which
a little stream flowed. On the other side, only a short way off, in
a half circle, rose another hill on which grew many cedar bushes
among the great rocks. In the valley many grey sticks were lying on
the ground, and here and there among the sticks were spots of white.
"There's the place," said Hugh, "where the camp was wiped out. Let's
'light down here, and I'll fill my pipe and tell you the story."
When his pipe was going well he turned to Jack, and said: "It was a
camp of fifteen lodges of 'Rapahoes, and the white men was a bunch of
thirty trappers. This is the way I heard it. It was more than forty
years ago that a war-party of 'Rapahoes attacked a small train of
emigrants and killed them all, except one young boy about as old as
you, who hid in the brush when the charge was made. A few days later
a couple of trappers came along that way and found the boy. He told
them the story, and when they looked around over the place where the
killing was done, they found that it was 'Rapahoes that done it.
These two men took the boy with them, and they made up their minds
that the 'Rapahoes had got to sweat for this, and when they got into
the Fort they told other men about it, and they all figured on it the
same way.
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