Chapter
9
RED FOOLS AND WHITE SCOUNDRELSIN THE CAMP OF THE Apaches, which lay at a little distance from that of the troops, there was an atmosphere of nervousness and suspicion.
"I do not like the way in which Nan-tan-des-la-par-en spoke to me," said Geronimo. "I know that he did not speak the truth when he said that he had not ordered the soldiers to catch me and to kill me if I resisted. Perhaps he is not telling me the truth now."
"They have lied to us always before," said Na-chi-ta. "Now, if we go back with them to Fort Bowie, how do we know that they will not put us in prison. We are chiefs. If they wish to frighten our people they may kill us. The white-eyed men are crying for the blood of Geronimo."
"If they kill Geronimo they will kill Na-chi-ta also," said Shoz-Dijiji.
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