“How long has Charakterik been your father?” The medicine-man was smart.
“Two year.”
“I see. The Utahs probably traded him to the Pawnees, doctor,” spoke the chief Mungo-Meri Pike, across, in the language that Scar Head did not understand. “And Charakterik adopted him.”
“The Utahs must have got him somewhere. He’s no Indian,” replied the medicine-man, in those strange words. “He’s not Spanish, either.” And he asked, in French, of Scar Head:
“You speak Spanish?”
“A little.”
“You speak Utah?”
Scar Head nodded. He was growing tired of these questionings.
The medicine-man kept eyeing him.