"Are they bad?" asked the fat boy innocently.

"All Indians are bad. However, the Havasus won't bother you if you
treat them right. Don't play any of your funny, sudden tricks on them
or they might resent it. They're a peaceable lot when they're let
alone."

"One of the gentlemen who were here this evening told me the Navajos,
quite a party of them, had made a camp down near Bright Angel Gulch,
if you know where that is," spoke up Professor Zepplin.

Dad pricked up his ears at this.

"Then they aren't here for any good. The agent will be after them if
they don't watch out. I'll have a look at those bucks and see what
rascality they're up to now," said Nance.

"Any chance of a row?" questioned Ned.

"No, no row. Leastwise not for us. Your Uncle Sam will look after
those gentlemen if they get gay. But they won't. It will be some
crooked little trick under cover---taking the deer or something of
the sort."

"Will we get any chance to shoot deer?" asked Walter.

"You will not unless you are willing to be arrested. It's a closed
season from now till winter. I saw a herd of antelope off near Red
Butte this afternoon."