Night before last you stole two white women." A look of fear and astonishment came upon the face of the Indian.
"You are a son of the Great Spirit!" he exclaimed.
"And I would keep yer feet out o' the snare.

Let me be yer chief.

You shall have a horse and fifty beaver skins and be taken to the border and set free.

I, the scout of the Great Father, have said it, and if it be not as I say, may I never see the Happy Hunting-Grounds." The brave answered: "My white brother has spoken well and he shall be my chief.

I like not this journey.