“Not strong enough.”
“White girl's quick as a cat sometimes. Catch Feel-the-Sky asleep, mebbe; find knife in the lodge. If she no kill Feel-the-Sky, who did?”
“Come! we go see.”
Determined to set their doubts at rest, the red trio stole secretly from the crowd, crossed the square, and glided toward the scene of the tussle between Feel-the-Sky and his assassin.
“Stay hyar, or meet me in the lodge,” whispered Rube, this time at the right ear. “Some young bucks are up to su'thin'.”
He had caught enough of the young red's words to excite his curiosity, and leaving Midnight Jack in the crowd, glided off after the trio just mentioned.
Setting Sun had said that the startling death should be investigated in the morning, and before the beginning of the sun-dance.
Upon this the crowd began to disperse, watched with interest by Midnight Jack. The female portion especially came under his scrutiny, for he was always seeking one figure, dearer than all others on earth to him.
Suddenly a voice came from a dusky-faced group near, which chilled the life-current in the road-agent's heart.
“They're here—two of them,” said that startling voice, not in the Sioux but the English tongue.