The surveyors and Gardiner turned a surprised look upon the young chief.
“Do you believe in his spirits?” they demanded, in a breath.
The young chief smiled.
“Do not you, when you have seen them?” he rejoined.
“It’s all a flam!” cried Glyndon. “The only spirit I ever knew an Injun to have is whisky, and they are particularly fond of it. He can’t tell the boys any thing that way. You saw the Antelope Boy?” he added, suddenly, impressed by a new idea.
“Yes,” answered Multuomah.
“Was it Oneotah?”
“I can not say. Who could tell her in that dress?”
Glyndon shook his head sagely.
“He’s fixed her for a purpose that way so nobody can tell her—the boys said as much,” he responded.