"But she says you did do it," came from another. "She ought to know."
"He did! he did!" shrieked Grace Chowith. "Oh, do not let him touch me!" And then she swooned once more.
"She must tell the truth," put in one of the soldiers who had thus far said but little. "She saw the thing with her own eyes. Digly and his wife were killed close to the well, just as she says. Why should she accuse this redskin if he didn't have a hand in it?"
This appeared to be sound reasoning, and again black looks were turned upon the aged chief. But he stood his ground as calmly as before.
"White Buffalo has spoken the truth—the woman lies," he said.
There was a moment of suspense, during which several heard a sound at a distance. Some persons were approaching on horseback. They soon came into view, and proved to be a settler named Thompson and Dave.
"Why, White Buffalo, what does this mean?" demanded Dave, bringing his steed to a halt.
"He's a bad Injun, that's what it means," spoke up a frontiersman in the crowd. "He murdered, or helped to murder, Moses Digly and his wife."
"Oh, White Buffalo, this is not true!" gasped Dave.
"It is not true, Dave."