No; Little Cayuse was a warrior. He had won his eagle-feather, and was entitled to take the place among the braves of the Piutes.
So he gritted his teeth and hung where the merciless white ruffian had left him.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE RESCUE OF CAYUSE.
This was the scene which had brought the fierce frown to Buffalo Bill’s brow, and the gasp to Dell’s lips and the white to her check.
Little Cayuse, suspended by the arms against the smooth cliff wall, swinging and twisting with the rope.
Was he alive?
That was the question the scout asked himself as he ran forward toward the wall of the blind gully, and it was the question Dell Dauntless put to herself as she followed.
Cayuse was about ten feet above the ground, his eyes were closed and his head was drooping forward.