They shook hands, kindled a fire, and sat down and smoked in apparent perfect cordiality.
One of the Creeks had a gun.

The other had only a bow and arrows.

After this friendly interview, they rose and took leave of each other, each going in opposite directions.

As soon as their backs were turned, and they were but a few feet from each other, one of the Choctaws turned around and shot the unsuspecting Creek who had the gun.

He fell dead, without a groan.