CHAPTER XXV.

THE LOYALTY OF THE APACHE. "This is the gate," said the Mayo Indian, touching the palisades. "See, it moves at a pressure. Now, who comes?" The captain shuddered, he knew not why, as the secret piece in the stockade yawned ajar. "We await," said Iron Shirt, laconically, pointing to his followers, who were huddling up against the long wall, and taking advantage of every irregularity in its line. "You await? Here?" cried the robber, astounded, "You never mean to say you are not going to accompany me now that you see …