“What was the matter with my horse?”
“That white fellow?”
“Yes.”
“Dunno. Just squealed.”
Cody thought to himself: “Well, your smelling powers are not equal to Chief’s. He certainly got the taint of redskin on the air.”
Aloud the scout asked:
“Which way was the horse headed when he squealed—did you notice?”
“Just about as he is now. What’s the matter?”
“Humph! didn’t know but the horse was sick,” replied Cody dryly, and he walked through the herd till he stood beside Chief.
“So, boy! what’s the matter?” he said soothingly, smoothing the horse’s muzzle.