"
"Why not speak to Brenda in English, and ask her to try to show us
where she is? The Apaches will not understand--will think you are
talking to your men."
"An excellent idea, doctor. I'll try it."
Private Tom Clary was sent along both flanks with orders for all
yelling to cease and for perfect quiet to be maintained. Then, acting
upon the surgeon's suggestion, I called, in a clear, loud voice:
"Brenda, we are here--your friends from the fort. Your relatives are
safe. Try to make a signal, or do something by which we can learn
where you are. Take plenty of time, and do nothing to endanger your
life."
A long silence ensued, during which two more pillars of fire burned
out. I was beginning to fear I should be obliged to offer terms to the
Indians, leaving them unhurt if they would yield up their captive and
the stolen stock; but before I had fully considered this alternative
Clary, who was returning along the rear of the line of tents from his
recent errand, approached and said: "Liftinint, as I was crapin' along
behoind th' wiggies I saw somethin' loike a purty white hand stickin'
out from undher th' edge of th' third from this ind.
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