The Frontier Boys in the Grand Canyon — Wyn Roosevelt

"Your cayuse is quiet as a lamb now, isn't he, Jo," inquired Jim. "He ought to be by this time," I replied. "You wouldn't expect him to buck all the way through New Mexico, I hope." "It's funny how he began to act up," remarked Tom, "just as soon as we got out of Colorado." "Maybe he doesn't like getting away from the country of his own tribe," I said; "He's a regular little Injun I can tell you that." "I can't blame him for his dislike for the Apache range," interposed Captain Graves, "for a more undesirable lot of devils are not to be found in the Southwest." "You ought to know, captain," remarked Jim, "for you have fought all of them." "That's true," he replied, "but my fighting days are about over. I shall have to leave you boys in a few days and get back to my log cabin on the plateau in the Big Canyon." "We all wish you did not have to," said Jim, "I do not know how we will get along without you."