“No; I am a chief, and am greater than he.”
“Let him choose,” I interrupted. “It makes no difference to me what they are.”
“It shall be guns, two hundred paces apart, and I will shoot first.”
Winnetou shook his head. “Tangua would have all the advantages for himself,” he said. “Old Shatterhand must shoot first.”
“No,” I said. “He shall have his way. Let him shoot once, and I once, and no more.”
“No,” said Tangua, “we will shoot till one falls.”
“Certainly; for after my first shot you will be down.”
“Boaster!”
“You will see. I could kill you, but I will not. The most severe punishment for you would be to lame you; I will break your right knee. Remember.”
“Do you hear that?” he laughed. “This pale-face, whom his own friends call a greenhorn, announces beforehand where his shot shall go at two hundred paces! Braves, let us laugh at him.”