“No can wrastle with two!” he growled. “One at time is ’nough. Why other white boy do something?”
“I simply kept you from murdering my friend,” said Frank. “You were trying to break his neck, and I saw it.”
Whirling Bear got up, looking disgusted.
“Sometime may get ’nother chance,” he said, and then walked away, paying no heed to the spectators who were calling for him to remain and settle the match by seeing who could get the third fall.
“Begorra! it’s a roight nate thrick he did whin he lifted me inther th’ air,” confessed Barney. “Sorry a bit do Oi know how he did it at all, at all!”
“I do not think I ever saw a throw made in that manner,” confessed Frank. “He went under you like an eel, and brought you up across his back and over his shoulder.”
“He is the champion wrestler of the Pueblos,” declared a spectator. “I did not fancy you would be able to throw him at all.”
“You should be proud to say you broke even with him,” declared another.
Frank felt a hand on his arm, and a voice said in his ear:
“The sun priests are resting. While they rest there will be a footrace, the same as white men run. Will you enter. Swiftwing says you are a great runner.”