Parsons enumerated them, and gave an inventory of the train and its means of defense.
"Will the pale-face fight?"
"No. I don't owe any of them a grudge, except as I have told you, and it wouldn't look well for me to be murdering my own people."
"Tell the red-man how the girl looks, that she may not fall by the arrow or the knife."
He did as requested, and found himself forced to endure a searching cross-questioning, for the Indians still feared treachery.
"If the tongue of the pale-face travels the short trail of truth," continued the chief, "he shall be as a brother to the red-man. But if his talk twists as the path of the serpent, then he shall die the same death of torture that he would give to his enemies."
"You will find every thing as I have said."
"Then it will be well. Let him give his weapons to the red-man."
"But I might want to use them."
"Until the braves return from the dogs of the pale-faces, he will be taken care of—be a prisoner."