“Oak Heart awaits the coming of the Long Hair, as he promised White Antelope.”
“Very true,” said Cody calmly. “But there is one near Oak Heart who would keep the Long Hair from fulfilling his promise.”
“A warrior?”
“The renegade white, whom you call Death Killer.”
“Ah! Death Killer is a great magician,” declared Red Knife, looking as though he meant it.
“He is a wicked white. He is throwing dirt in the faces of my red brothers. They do not know him.”
“His medicine is wonderful.”
“Yet he could not make new medicine for the Red Knife?” suggested Cody slyly.
“Ah! who could do that?” demanded the brave gloomily.
“I have heard of its being done,” said the scout, and then, before the red man could ask a question, he proceeded: “Death Killer has ringed the camp with his own braves. They lay in wait for Pa-e-has-ka. Is it not so?”