Yellow Elk now came up and also kicked the prostrate scout.
"You heap dirty dog!" he exclaimed, his face full of bitter hatred. "You shoot me—you die for dat."
"I suppose I will—if you have the saying of that, Yellow Elk. But perhaps you won't dare to kill me."
"Why not Indian dare? Indian dare anything," growled Yellow Elk.
"My friends are not far off—they will soon come here, and if you harm me it will go hard with you."
At this all of the Indians laughed.
"No white man around here—we on guard all time," said Spotted Nose.
"On guard, eh? And yet you didn't see me come in, Dirty Nose?"
"Spotted Nose did see Pawnee Brown," was the answer; but this was a falsehood. An Indian hates to admit that he has been in any manner outwitted by a white man.
"You tell a good story, Dirty Nose." Pawnee Brown turned to Yellow Elk. "Yellow, how did you run across that girl?"