Her face flushed with anger.
"Let me pass, monsieur," she said sharply.
"Pride of Manitou—" he apostrophized, but got no farther.
Ingolby caught him by the shoulders, wheeled him round, and then flung him at the feet of Tekewani and his braves.
At this moment Tekewani's eyes had such a fire as might burn in Wotan's smithy. He was ready enough to defy the penalty of the law for assaulting a white man, but Felix Marchand was in the dust, and that would do for the moment.
With grim face Ingolby stood over the begrimed figure. "There's the river if you want more," he said. "Tekewani knows where the water's deepest." Then he turned and followed Fleda and the woman in black. Felix Marchand's face was twisted with hate as he got slowly to his feet.
"You'll eat dust before I'm done," he called after Ingolby. Then, amid the jeers of the crowd, he went back to the tavern where he had been carousing.
CHAPTER III
CONCERNING INGOLBY AND THE TWO TOWNS
A word about Max Ingolby.