“Huh!” exclaimed the Indian girl contemptuously.
“How is Lawless planning to get even with me, Wah-coo-tah?” went on the scout. “Why didn’t he take me out of this level at the time he dragged Wild Bill away?”
“Him got better way to kill Pa-e-has-ka. No want to use um knife or bullet. Pa-e-has-ka die in Forty Thieves Mine.”
“How?”
“Nuzhee Mona!”
“What does that mean?”
The girl shook her head, and shivered as though struck by a draft of icy air.
“Tell me what the words mean!” insisted the scout.
“Nuzhee Mona all same god of Injun; god slay Pa-e-has-ka.”
“I reckon I’m able to defend myself against any of these heathen gods,” said the scout.