“Yes,” came a boyish voice from the darkest corner of the tepee.
“Good!”
“What was the commotion about?”
“Two Injuns fell afoul o' each other—that was all; and one got a knife in his heart;” laughed the burly man. “You will see more than a sun-dance to-morrow, boy.”
If Tanglefoot could have seen the expression that came to the little trapper's face as he uttered the last sentence, his snaky eyes would have shone with unwonted light.
“More than the sun-dance?” muttered the boy. “What can he mean?”
The first flush of dawn that stole up the valley found Red Cloud's village astir.
As Setting Sun had promised, the mystery surrounding Feel-the-Sky's death was first taken up; but the real detectives found themselves at fault from the first, and soon gave over the hunt.
The entire population of Red Cloud's town thronged about the square, in the centre of which the pole of torture stood.
Midnight Jack and Rube stood shoulder to shoulder not far from the spot where Tanglefoot and Gopher Gid, seated on Indian ponies, watched the scene.