"Waal, I may be a coward, but I ain't afeard of you nor any other durned Injun in this kentry. An' durn yer skin, I'll fight ye any day and place ye dare to mention!"
"Then we will fight now and here," said the chief.
"Agreed! You'll see fair play, won't you?" he asked of Gray Eagle.
"Yes," replied the chief. "If White Wolf kills my friend, he must do it fairly."
"Bully for you, old feller!" said Jehiel. Then turning to White Wolf, he said:
"Now, ye red sarpent, jes' git off there; an' when the old chief gives the word, we will see who can shoot the best."
"No," replied the Indian, "the gun of the pale-face is better than that of White Wolf. Let us fight with knives."
"Not much, you don't!" exclaimed Jehiel, who was not very skillful in the use of that implement, "not much, you don't. I don't want to dirty my knife—it's the one I use to cut my meat with, and it would go ag'in' my stomach to use it arter I'd cut a dirty Injun to pieces!"
"Then let the chief of the Blackfeet say how the fight shall be," said White Wolf.
"Agreed, ag'in! Crack ahead chief, and any way you say fight, I'll fight!"