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“Heap much good!” said the old fellow. “Joe him not forget.”

“Joe will never forget,” assured Dick. “He has told me so many times. He thought at first you were the one who shot him, but now he knows better. We have talked it all over while he has been getting stronger, and he has decided that it is best for me to go with you and do just what you say.”

“Heap so,” nodded Old Joe. “Injun Heart your brother, Steady Hand. You take him now and make him your way. Old Joe him done all he can.”

“And Dick owes you much for what you have done. But where are you going, Joe?”

“Back to mountains—Joe go by himself.”

“That’s it!” cried Dick. “He won’t promise to stay with me.”

Frank placed a hand on the arm of the old Indian.

“Crowfoot,” he said earnestly, “I wish you to stay with Dick. I will take you along, and it shall cost you nothing.”

“White man’s way not Injun’s way.”

“That is true, but you may do as you please.”

“No good.”

“Why not? I will let no one bother you. I give you my word, and my word is good. Isn’t it?”