Upon this the latter strode up to him, and taking hold of him, moved him backwards and forwards in his saddle, as if to make him feel that he was a mere child within his grasp.

Mr.Stuart preserved his calmness, and still shook his head.

The chief then seized the bridle, and gave it a jerk that startled the horse, and nearly brought the rider to the ground.

Mr.Stuart instantly drew forth a pistol, and presented it at the head of the bully-ruffian.

In a twinkling his swaggering was at an end, and he dodged behind his horse to escape the expected shot.
As his subject Crows gazed on the affray from a little distance, Mr.
Stuart ordered his men to level their rifles at them, but not to fire.
The whole crew scampered among the bushes, and throwing themselves upon the ground, vanished from sight.
The chieftain thus left alone was confounded for an instant; but, recovering himself with true Indian shrewdness, burst into a loud laugh, and affected to turn off the whole matter as a piece of pleasantry.