“Yes, but he was no friend of ours; he—”
“Silence, dog! You are only to tell me what I wish to know; if you speak beyond your brief answer you shall be whipped. You delivered us into the hands of our enemies, the Kiowas?”
“No.”
“That is a lie.”
“It is the truth.”
“Did you not spend a whole night spying on us? Is that true or false?”
“It is true.”
“And you led the pale-faces to the water to entrap us, and hid the Kiowas in the woods where they could fall upon us?”
“Yes, I did, but—”
“Silence! I want short answers and no long speech. That night and the next day we lost sixteen warriors, and they, putting aside the blood and suffering of the wounded, must be avenged. You must die; you have no claim to pity or mercy.”