The medicine-man was not beaten yet.
If his man could equal the White Wizard when the latter led, the prisoners would not be free after all. And even if the white man did beat his red rival, the Red Wizard did not intend to give them up. He was sharp enough for that. He would have another dream.
CHAPTER VII.
A TRIAL OF SPEED FOR SCALPS.
Barry got a score of Indians, and soon a complete circus-ring was made, all but the sawdust.
The lassoes were stretched around the ring, and then Barry walked his horse into the ring.
The bridle was still on him, and leaping upon his back the circus-rider sat down and rode around the ring several times.
The horse seemed delighted. For years he had been accustomed to performing in the ring, and now that he found himself in his old place again he was glad.
With a springy step he cantered around the ring, and the Indians could not help admiring the shape of both man and beast, and the beautiful appearance of the latter.
With a piece of chalk Barry whitened the bottoms of his pumps, and then leaped to his feet. A chirrup from his lips sent the white steed off at a rapid pace, and holding on to the bridle, Barry jumped up and down after the manner of a countryman who is supposed to be going to market.
The spirits of the Indians arose. Their man could do that.