Kentucky boy wondered how Frank could tell this. He was even more
surprised when the Indian stretched out a hand for the note, as he said
solemnly:

"Havasupai will carry the talking paper to the man who has no hair on
his head. But no eye must see him do it. The white boys must say to
Havasupai that they will not try to follow him."

Frank looked at his chum, and nodded.

"We'll just have to do it, I guess, to satisfy the suspicious old fraud,
Bob," he remarked; and then raising his hand, while his chum did
likewise Frank went on, addressing the Moqui, who watched every action
with glittering black eyes: "We promise not to follow, Havasupai, and
will hope that this talking paper may cause the man-who-hides to send
you for us to take us to him. You understand all that I am saying, don't
you?"

The Moqui said something in his native language, which of course neither
of them comprehended. But at the same time he reached out his hand and
deliberately took the note intended for Uncle Felix.

"Hurrah! he's going to act as our messenger!" exclaimed Bob, filled with
anticipations of success. "Say, that was a pretty smart dodge on our
part, after all. But it makes me hold my breath every time I think of
our good luck in running across this chap the way we did. And Buckskin
deserves all the credit. He did it with his wonderful little tap."

"All right," said Frank; "me for the land of sleep now! Havasupai, you
can lie down where you will. In the morning we promise you a share of
our meat. How?"

"It is well, white boy," replied the old Moqui, as he dropped in a heap,
and evidently meant to sleep just as he was without any further
preparations.

Bob also crawled into the tent, although he had some misgivings, and
wondered whether his chum were really doing a wise thing to trust one
who had just confessed to a desire to raid their horses.

But as Bob, too, was tired and sleepy, he soon forgot all his suspicions
in slumber. When he awoke he could see the daylight peeping under the
canvas. Without disturbing his companion, Bob immediately started to
crawl out. He had suddenly remembered the old Moqui; and it seemed as
though his fears must have returned two-fold, and nothing would do but
that he must hasten to make sure all was well.

Frank was just opening his eyes a little while later when he saw Bob's
head thrust in at the opening of the tent.

"Better get up, Frank," the other said. "I've started the fire, and
afte