“‘Will you give him to us in peace and forget that he has gone with us?’
“McLeod was still in the grasp of Red Feather and his brother. Buffalo Horn was facing him. Behind the chief, awaiting his signal, was the band, with knives and hatchets in hand.
“‘No,’ said McLeod.
“The tumult was renewed. The Indians advanced, threatening the factor with their weapons and crying out for his death. But McLeod was not to be terrified.
Courtesy of “The Youth’s Companion”
BUFFALO HORN LOOKED STEADILY INTO McLEOD’S EYES.
“‘Let us take the white man,’ said Buffalo Horn, lifting his hand for silence. ‘We have no quarrel with you. Let all be as it was.’