The leader looked him over.
The chap had a sharp, snaky eye, and a general sneaking expression.
He looked the spy and sneak from head to foot, and Van Dorn smiled approvingly upon him.
He took him aside.
“I want to speak with you,” he said. “I want you to do me a service.”
“The white chieftain has but to give his orders,” said Little Deer. “You know we have said you may command us.”
“Yes, that is true,” said Van Dorn. “But this, is out of the regular line; and if you can do the service properly I shall say that you are faithful to your word, and, in addition, I will make you a present of this.”
He took from an inner pocket of his coat a small and beautifully made revolver, silver mounted and highly polished.
Little Deer’s eyes fairly snapped as they rested upon the weapon.
He took it in his hands and fairly caressed it.