“I don't know.”
Gopher Gid's answer seemed to nonplus the avenger of the spilled spirits; he was at his finger's-end for another question.
All at once he broke forth with one that shot a malicious twinkle into his little eyes.
“Say, Gopher, did you ever see a sun-dance?”
The boy stared a moment, then said, “No.”
“Heerd of them, eh?”
“I have.”
“They're goin' to hev a big one up at Red Cloud's town,” said old Tanglefoot. “Sixty hosses for the Injun what kin hang the longest. The red boys ar' comin' from the lodges of the Teton Sioux, an' thar'll be more Injuns thar then you kin count. Well, I'm goin' to the Injun show, an' I ain't goin' alone, either.”
Timon Moss now proceeded to secure his captive, which no longer fought the tide which had set in against him.
“You will do me one favour?” said the boy.