A SQUAW . . . JUST SAW SOME BUFFALO. ([Page 118].)
When they got to the camp they found that most of the bucks had already started, but old "Wolf Voice," a minor chief with whom the boys had made friends, still remained.
"There's Wolf Voice; he'll let us go with him," said John. "Hello, can we go with you?" he shouted to the old man.
"You got good horse? Me go quick," grunted the brave.
"I guess we'll keep up," and Baldy danced as if to show his mettle. In a few minutes they were on their way up the slope to the plateau which surrounded the camping place. Baldy kept up easily with the Indian's pony and Wolf Voice turned after they had covered a mile at a round pace. "Heap good horse," said he.
"Yes," replied John. "He can beat anything around here in a half-mile run. Want to try now?"
The temptation was great, for the pony the chief rode was his best, but the thought of the chase restrained him. "Plenty ride soon," he said.
The level reached, the boys found that the great shaggy beasts were already surrounded, so they took a place in the circle and waited impatiently for a chance at the game.