"The Paleface lies," he said.
"Look for her."
"She was here an hour ago."
"That is possible."
"Where is she?"
"Look."
"The Paleface is a dog whose scalp I will raise."
"Much good may it do you," the half-breed answered with a grin.
Unfortunately, while uttering these words, Lanzi gave a triumphant glance in the direction of the corral; the Chief caught it, rushed to the door, and uttered a yell of disappointment on seeing the hole in the palisade; the truth flashed upon him.
"Dog!" he yelled, and drawing his scalping knife, he hurled it furiously at his enemy.