Guttural grunts came from several of the Indians and quickly the chief demanded:
"Who you?"
"I don't know that it's any of your business."
"Me know. Great Bear know. Paleface army scout."
Instantly the bandit realized that the braves had decided he was connected with the soldiers of the Great Father in Washington.
And quickly was he to see his advantage.
"You're wrong there, Great Bear," he declared. "I told you you were making a mistake.
"I don't belong to the sojers any more'n you do.
"My chief's greater'n any sojers! He's got two battalions chasin' him now!"