“The American can have the horse, White Wolf. I brought it, and I want no present.”
Everybody gaped. White Wolf turned on him severely.
“You? You are a boy. Why do you say the American can have the horse? If you brought it, where did you get it?”
“I found it.”
“Whose horse is it?”
“It belongs to the American chief. It is the one he lost.”
“How do you know?”
“I know,” said Scar Head. “It was hidden, but I went and got it.”
“You lie! You are a meddler!” Skidi stormed, furious. “Wait till I lay my hands on you.”