He stopped abruptly and stood for some moments with head bent thinking intently. Then going to his own wagon he returned with the arrow he had taken from the body of Lee Carroll.
Silently he handed it to Neowage. Silently the Indian inspected it.
"Santee Sioux," he said after a moment, handing it back.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure. See plenty. My young men fight Santee Sioux. Kill my people, two, t'ree, five hunnerd. Drive my people way from hunting grounds. My people starve. Go Omaha Reservation. They put us in Friends' care."
"And this is a Sioux arrow?"
The Indian nodded.
"I took that arrow out of the dead body of a white man. When he was dying he told me that it was not an Indian that had killed him."
Then by a sudden impulse he told the chief the whole story.
When it was finished the Indian remained standing with his arms folded across his bare brown chest, his head bent, his face impassive. After an interval he spoke.