CHAPTER VII.
A BRISK ENGAGEMENT.
The Indians gazed silently at the corpse of their white ally, and not one of them showed the slightest sign of grief or indignation at his death.
Buffalo Bill had only done what many of them would have liked to do if they had possessed the courage and skill.
The border king wrenched his dripping tomahawk from the skull of his fallen enemy, and, holding it tightly in his right hand, boldly faced the assembly of chiefs, with a questioning glance in his eyes that seemed to say:
“Now, what are you going to do about it?”
Nick Wharton stood by his side, with his hand on his six-shooter, ready to fight to the death.
The bold aspect of the two scouts profoundly impressed the redskins, and not a thought of revenge crossed their minds.
Even if the renegade had been more popular than he was, their code of honor would not have allowed them to attack the victor in an ordeal by single combat without giving him a fair chance for his life.