“Yes, Indians, the traitors would scorch you, too.”
With stealthy steps the trio moved toward the corral in the darkness, and when they reached the inclosure, they were joined by another Indian who held Lina Aiken in his arms.
“We’ll succeed better than White Lasso,” whispered the renegade, when his eyes fell upon the Gold Girl. “He can’t steal women worth a curse. Tom Kyle’s an old hand at the business. Now,” he said, in a louder tone, but the savage who had waited for his coming clutched his arm.
“Hist! Kenoagla.”
“What’s up?”
“Somebody’s among the Pawnee’s horses.”
“The devil!”
“Rattlesnake heard him when he came here; but he has not heard him for a minute.”
“It’s some thieving Omaha,” hissed the renegade, “and he has stolen away ere this. Catch the animals.”
In a few moments four horses were captured, and led from the corral at the furthest side. Among them was Tecumseh, the iron-gray.