Francois was still in school jacket and trousers. Trousers were tucked into leggings, moccasins on his feet put on; from under the cloth cap extorted lush curls. On his belt hung a hunting knife, too, and on the left thigh - a small pistol. Toward the middle of the clearing three grazing horses, lasso tied to stakes, so that they do not interfere with each other. All three horses were different. One - big dark bay, with an admixture of Arab blood, strong and very restive. It was the horse Basile, deservedly enjoyed great affection boy. His name was Black Hawk - in honor of the famous leader of the tribe of the fox, the old Colonel's friend, with whom he met during his visit to the Indians.