“Why can’t I see him?”
“Because I say so. Get out o’ here.... The whole tribe of ye ought to be wiped out. Git—or I’ll put you where the dogs can eat ye.”
Turtle went away with a face dark with anger. He said to his companions, “I must go back to the agent at once to tell him what has happened. You better all keep together with me so if the cowboys try to kill us we can defend ourselves. Come, let us go.”
They went out into the darkness and traveled all night very hard, and when morning came they were out of danger.
When Turtle entered the agent’s office late next day he showed little sign of what he had been through.
“Hello, Harry, I thought you went to town?”
“I did. I got back. Heap trouble come.”
“What’s matter?”
“Cowboy fight Howling Wolf—Howling Wolf fight, too. White man get killed. Howling Wolf in calaboose. I come quick to tell you.”
Cook grew grave. “Is that so, where are the other men?”