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 *ing delighted. Several women rushed in, to peer and ask questions.

"Boy, boy!" uttered Jack's father, holding him off to look at him again. "I thought never to see you, after the Utes got you. They took you some-where—I couldn't find out; and finally they fetched me down to Santa Fe, and here I've been near two years, carpentering."

"Couldn't you get away?"

"No. They won't let me. And now I'm mighty glad."

"Well, I'm here, too," laughed Stub. "And I guess I'll stay; but I'll have to ask Lieutenant Pike."

"He's gone to the palace, to talk with the governor again. You and I'll talk with each other. I came especially to see him; thought maybe he might help me, and I hoped to talk with one of his kind. American blood is powerful scarce in Santa Fe. There's only one simon-pure Yankee, except myself. He's Sol Colly; used to be a sergeant in the army and was captured six years ago along with the rest of a party that invaded Texas. But he doesn't live here. A Frenchman or two, here from the States, don't count. My, my, it's good to speak English and to hear it. As soon as the lieutenant learnt my name he remembered about you; but he couldn't wait, so Don Bartholomew went to find you. Now