“I met an Arapahoe, a friend of mine, who told me something about the medicine chief that Oak Heart had got. The Sioux believe that the next time they buck up against the whites, the medicine of this Death Killer will bring them the victory.”
This was said aside so that the two young Indians could not understand.
“What’ll we do with these fellows, Bill?” asked the young officer.
“Thunder! We don’t want any prisoners.”
“You mean to shoot them?”
“What’s the use? It will only mean bringing the whole tribe about our ears like a swarm of bees. While we’re hunting Bennett we don’t want the Sioux onto us, too.”
“You wouldn’t advise turning them loose?”
“Well, do you know a better way of getting rid of them?”
Danforth shook his head slowly.
“They certainly would be white elephants on our hands if we tried to hold them,” he admitted.