I'll follow and cover them. If they show sign of harm, I'll fire upon them instantly."
Stub bravely stood into full view and spread his empty hands. He was not afraid; not while Lieutenant Pike was backing him.
The two horsemen were completely surprised. They reined in and sat poised and gawking, on the verge of flight. But the lieutenant's gun muzzle held them fast, while Stub walked toward them, his hand up in the peace sign. The lieutenant called:
"Amigos (Friends)! Americanos (Americans)!" And he must have beckoned, for the two timidly edged forward, ready to run or to fight. Evidently they would rather run.
The lieutenant advanced also, and joined Stub.
"Take your pistol. Here it is. We'll talk with them. Do you know Spanish?"
"I've forgotten," Stub stammered.
"We'll manage with signs and the few words we do know. At the same time we must stand prepared to fire."
"Where are you from?" he queried sharply, in French.
The dragoon seemed to understand.
"From Santa Fe, señor."
"How far is Santa Fe?"
"Three days as we come, señor."
