When I got back, Jim asked me what I would do with the girl if I was successful in getting her away from the Indians. I told him I would take her to Fort Yuma.
"And what in the name of God will you do with her when you get to Fort Yuma?" said Jim.
I told him that if Mrs. Jackson was there, which I was confident she was, that I would leave the girl with her, and that I had no fears but that the girl would be taken care of in the very best manner that Mrs. Jackson could provide for her.
Jim said: "If the girl is satisfied with the Injuns, why don't you let her alone? She don't know anything but Injun ways, and she never will."
I told him that my mind was thoroughly made up, and I would rescue that girl from the Indians or lose my scalp in the attempt. And now don't say any more about it, for it will do no good.
He said: "Go ahead and do as you please, as you have always got to have your own way about things, anyhow."
I said: "Yes, Jim; when I know I am right, I propose to have my own way."
This ended the conversation, for the time being, at least, for Jim saw that I was determined in the matter, and he said no more about it.
On the day appointed I took my two favorite saddle-horses and rode over to the Pima village. I started very early and arrived at the village about four o'clock in the afternoon.
After knocking about the village for a little while, my two Indian friends proposed that we take a ride.
