"Quit that, you Sal. Ain't you got no manners?" said her mother, sharply. "There's your dad comin' now." Rupert raised his flushed face, and was indescribably astonished when a tall Indian entered the cabin. CHAPTER XXXVII. AN INDIAN GUIDE. "Is that your husband?" asked Rupert, in a tone that betrayed his surprise. "Yes. What yer gawkin' at? He's enough sight better'n my first husband, who was a white man. Isn't he, Sal?" "You bet, mam!" The Indian, who had an air of natural dignity, seemed pleased with their tributes to his excellence. "Yes," continued Sal's mother, "he's my man now. John, this boy wants you to take him to Giles Packard's ranch." "It's a long way," said the Indian, slowly. "Yes, I know that," answered Rupert, "but I am willing to pay you. That is, I haven't money with me, but Mr. Packard will pay you fifty dollars, and I will give you my gun besides." The Indian seemed most impressed with the last part of the offer. He held out the gun and examined it closely. Then a look of satisfaction overspread his face, and he said "Good." "He seems straight, though he's only a boy," remarked the woman. "You'd better go. Fifty dollars is a good deal of money." "Gun good," said the Indian, sententiously. "Yes, but the money is better." "When you want to go?" asked John. "You'd better wait till to-morrow morning," put in the woman. "I'll bake up some bread and fry some bear steak for you to carry." "That will suit me if you will give me a place to sleep and some supper," said Rupert. This was readily agreed to. One of those best pleased with this arrangement was Sal. She seemed so impressed with Rupert that the latter was afraid she would kiss him again, but fortunately she refrained. She made up her mind, however, to enjoy the boy's companionship, and challenged him to a trial of speed. Rupert was almost ashamed to compete with a girl, but he found that Sal was a rival by no means to be despised. She kept up well with him in a quarter mile run, and in a running jump she beat him once out of three times. "You jump very well--for a girl," said Rupert. "You're taller'n I be, or I'd beat you. Besides, you're older." "And your mother's older than you. Can she beat you?" "I'd jump mam out of her boots," said Sal, confidently. "Want to try, mam?" "Try what?" "Jumpin'." "Oh, quit yer foolin'. A nice sight I'd be, jumpin'. Your dad will jump with you." "Yes," said John, smiling gravely. "Oh, he can beat me, of course." "Won't you jump, John?" asked Rupert, thinking the Indian looked desirous of a trial. "Yes," answered John. Like most of his race, he was supple and well trained in all athletic exercises. He jumped three feet farther than Rupert, though the white boy plumed himself on his agility. Later Rupert and Sal took a trip down the river on the raft. Sal desired to do the paddling, and Rupert was obliged to confess that she understood the art of paddling a raft better than he.