"Will White Ox do?" he asked, after an awkward pause.
"Yes."
"All right; I'll bring him along in about half an hour."
This ended the interview, and turning his horse Matt Gilroy rode off and Captain Moore walked back to the fort.
"A little time gained, at least," was the young officer's comment.
It was fully an hour before Gilroy reappeared, accompanied by White Ox and an under-chief known as Little Wildcat.
"Want to talk," grunted White Ox, coming to a halt at a safe distance.
"Have you dug up the hatchet, White Ox?" demanded the captain. "If not, let us smoke the pipe of peace together."
"The pipe of peace is broken," answered the old Indian. "The white man is not the red man's friend. He makes promises only to break them. The Indian must fight for what is his own."
"Do you consider this fort your own?"