“Well, it could be,” admitted Dodge ruefully. “If so, we’ll give the treacherous rascal plenty of rope, and let him hang himself.”
CHAPTER 18
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White Crow’s Treachery
SOON after sunrise, as he had indicated, White Crow made his appearance at Dodge’s camp, accompanied by two of his foremost braves, both of them strong, sinewy warriors, armed with knife, hatchet and musket.
“It is good to see you, Kaukishkaka,” the Colonel cordially saluted them, through his mouthpiece, the young Pottawattomee. “You have kept your promise.”
“The White Crow does not speak with a forked tongue,” replied the Winnebago smoothly.
“Which way lies the trail?” went on Dodge, coming abruptly to the problem at hand. “My rangers are eager to strike the scent of the Sacs.”
“Straight toward the rising sun!” announced the Crow, pointing a bony finger eastward.