CHAPTER X.TWO OLD ENEMIES.
Lone Wolf recognized the taunt of his old enemy, and his black eye lit up with a gleam of fire and passion.

He would not turn his back upon his white foe, who had just sent a bullet in quest of his heart.

He would accept the gage of battle, and end his personal warfare of years.

But, like all Indians, the chieftain was the personification of treachery, without a particle of chivalry or manhood, and when he resolved upon his attempt to destroy the frontiersman, it was without any regard for the fairness of the means which he should employ.
He handed the boy to one of the warriors sitting near him, as, of course, he could do nothing when impeded by his presence, although he had proved very convenient some time before, in the way of a shield.
Then he said something to a dozen or so of the warriors immediately around him.

The main body remained comparatively motionless, while the chief rode out in advance and headed toward his antagonist, his horse upon a slow walk, and moving with great caution.
Sut Simpson was not to be caught napping.