“Is that her name? Dove-eye! How very romantic! Her husband, from whom you took her, may correct her in the Indian fashion; but I will warrant you there will be no killing done. Will you do as I request you to do?”
“I can not promise, sir.”
“I must order you, then. You will please to remember that I, within the limits of my command, am ‘monarch of all I survey.’ Unless you agree to obey me, I will order my dragoons to arrest you and keep you under restraint.”
“The United States service may lose a dragoon or two, before that is done.”
“Indeed! We will see, sir.”
Fred Wilder looked rebellious, and the dispute might have terminated disastrously to somebody, if it had not been interrupted by some strange conduct on the part of the Crow chief and Dove-eye.
CHAPTER XIII.
KATE ROBINETTE.
It was Bad Eye, the old head chief of the Crows, who first interrupted the belligerent conversation between Silverspur and his father.
It should be remarked here, that the interview took place in the edge of a belt of timber, near a creek, and that nearly all had dismounted, some tethering their horses, and others allowing them to graze at will. Among those who had dismounted were the Indian girl and Bad Eye.