“I’ll talk to him,” said the agent, after he had ordered that the Indian be taken to a room inside.

An hour later the agent came out.

“The Navajo confesses to all the things you charge against him,” announced the government official.  “I thought I could make him talk.  The redskin justifies himself by saying that your party made an effort to kill Navajo ancestors at wholesale.”

“Humph!” grunted Jim Nance.

“What happens to the Navajo?” Walter asked curiously.

“He’ll be kept within bounds after this,” replied the agent.  “For a starter he will be locked up for three months.  Some other Navajos were out, but we got them all back except this one.  Going back into the Canyon?”

Indeed they were.  Late that afternoon the Pony Rider Boys began their journey of one hundred miles to the lower end of the Canyon.

From that latter point they were to go on into still newer fields of exploration, in search of new thrills, and were far more certain than they realized at that time of experiencing other adventures that should put all past happenings in the shade.

For the time being, however, we have gone as far as possible with the lads.  We shall next meet them in the following volume of this series, which is published under the title, “The Pony Rider Boys With The Texas Rangers; Or, On the Trail of the Border Bandits.”

A rare treat lies just ahead for the reader of this new narrative, in which acquaintance will also be made with one of the most famous bodies of police in all the world, the Texas Rangers.

THE END