One of the Indians thought he could do the same, and signified as much. By a sleight of hand Barry changed the bottles, and the man thought he had the same one the pale-face had just tasted.
It proved to be an emetic, and the fellow soon amused the rest of the Indians by his working face and heaving stomach.
The pale-face shut up the case and took it into the medicine-lodge, where he had left his horse.
Soon after, the three prisoners were brought out to be tried before the council, and to be doomed to the stake.
CHAPTER VI.
THE CIRCUS-RIDER MAGICIAN.
The large council-lodge was filled with Comanche chiefs.
Red Buffalo being at the head of the tribe, and the most renowned Indian present, was given the post of honor.
The White Wizard was ushered into the lodge, dressed as a circus-rider, and given a seat near the head chief and medicine man. Soon after the three captives were brought in, with their hands still bound behind them. Their eyes rested with wonder upon Barry, for they did not know what to make of him.
A sly wink which he managed to give them unperceived by the reds, told them that, whoever he was, Barry was a friend to them.
One of the chiefs, an old man, opened the council, and with a short, fiery speech, set the blood rushing through the veins of the Comanches like fire.