"Tell me about it," went on the youth, and in a few words received the story.
"I speak the truth. Does not Dave believe me?" asked the aged chief, and now for the first time he showed some emotion.
"I do believe you, White Buffalo," answered the youth, promptly. "There is some awful mistake here, and we must clear it up."
"Ain't no mistake," came in the rough voice of one of the party, a man who had lost his son in an uprising a year before. "Thet Injun's responsible an' I fer one vote to shoot him!"
"Yes! yes! shoot him!" was the cry, and again several weapons were aimed at the aged chief's head.
CHAPTER XIII
SUGAR MAKING, AND HUNTING
It was a moment of extreme peril for White Buffalo. The settlers and soldiers surrounding him were worked up to a high pitch of anger and excitement, and it looked as if he would be shot down without further parley.
But at that moment Dave sprang to the front and stationed himself before the aged Indian.
"Don't shoot!" he cried. "Don't do it, I beg of you. I am certain this Indian is innocent. I have known him for years and there is not a better red man in all Virginia than he."