"All right. We kill prisoners right away. Keep camp. Keep horse. Kill all pale-faces."
"We won't leave enough of you for the Apaches to bury. There's a big band of them coming. Eat you all up."
"The Lipans are warriors. The Apaches are small dogs. We are not afraid of them."
"You'd better be! If you had us to help you, now, you might whip them. There won't be so many of you by the time they get here. Pale-faces are good friends. Bad enemies. Shoot straight. Kill a heap."
Captain Skinner saw that his "talk" was making a deep impression, but the only comment of the chief was a deep, guttural "Ugh!" and the Captain added,
"Suppose you make peace? Say have fight enough. Not kill any more. Turn and whip Apaches. We help."
"What about camp, wagon, horse, mule, blanket? All kind of plunder."
"Make a divide. We'll help ourselves when we take the Apache ponies. You keep one wagon. We keep one. Same way with horses and mules—divide 'em even. You give up prisoners right away. Give 'em their rifles, and pistols, and knives. Give back all you took from them."
"Ugh! Good! Fight Apaches. Then pale-faces take care of themselves. Give them one day after fight."
That was the sort of treaty that was made, and it saved the lives of Bill and his mates for that day at least.