Indeed, his wonderful coolness puzzled the redskins.
They had been accustomed to see white men cringe and tremble before them, and the words of Great Bear had doubtless been intended to strike terror to his heart.
But the fact that he was cool and indifferent made them think they had captured a man who knew no fear.
One more attempt they made, however, to break their captive's spirit.
After a consultation with two or three of his warriors, Great Bear spoke a few words in a low voice.
Immediately four bucks stepped from the circle about the fire, their scalping knives in their hands.
Came a sharp command from the chief.
As with one movement, the braves raised their arms and lowered them, sending the wicked blades straight at their helpless victim.
Shrilly the knives whistled as they sailed through the air.
Fascinated, Comanche Tony watched the flashes of steel as they sped toward him.