But Comanche Tony was that one man.
Eagerly the bucks had watched him.
When they saw he had faced death unflinchingly, they grunted in grudging admiration.
"Paleface heap brave," exclaimed Great Bear. "Me know um now. Only one paleface got nerve like that. Him Jess Jame. You Jess Jame.
"Injun hate Jess Jame!
"You got die!"
The logic of the chief was crude. But it answered his purpose and again he repeated:
"Injun hate Jess Jame! Um got die! Burn um at stake!"
Turning to his warriors, Great Bear addressed them in the Navajos language earnestly.
And so engrossed were the bucks in listening to the words of their chief that they failed to see three faces rise cautiously above the edge of the cliff and gaze at the strange scene.