“Can you lead me to the camp of Sitting Bull?”
“Not yet, Pa-e-has-ka—there are many white brothers to warn. Does Pa-e-has-ka remember the beautiful knife?”
The Indian pulled the shining pearl-handled blade from its sheath, and said:
“Since Pa-e-has-ka gave knife to his red brother, me swear to be friend to palefaces, always.”
“When will White-man-runs-him lead me to the tent of Sitting Bull?”
“When the moon hides its face again——”
The Indian was interrupted by a commotion among those about the fires. There was a scurry and much running about, followed by shouts and then hideous yells.
The Crow warrior listened and then said:
“Catch spy—mebby torture.”
The scout grasped the Indian.