Chapter 11 No.11

As soon as I dared trust myself to speak, I said, in a tone of voice that I was conscious must betray my anxiety to hear my own opinion condemned,-

"This is an Apache's moccasin, isn't it?"

"'Tis, for sartin," said Tom. "No other red-skinned varmint but a devilish Apache, ever wore that moccasin."

"And what do you argue from that, Tom?" in