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The old puncher didn't know who these Indians were of whom Whitey was talking, but he listened politely at first and interestedly at last. And when Whitey had finished the story, he added, "Injun's uncle was old Rain-in-the-Face, and he was a great friend of Charlie Reynolds, the scout."
This was rather a setback to Bill, who had expected to play on Injun's feeling of resentment. He rolled a cigarette and planned a new line of attack. He knew that all the punchers would be glad to see him fail to make Injun talk, and this didn't make Bill any more easy in his mind.
It was too late for Peter to try to withdraw, but he stepped aside a pace or two as the party approached. "Well, have you found anything?" the general asked. "No find," the Chippewa said shortly. "I don't believe as there ever was a canoe there," the man who followed him said. "It was jest a fancy of the Injun's." "No fancy," the Indian asserted angrily. "Canoe there. No find."
They expected to camp in the foothills that night, and had made about ten miles in a leisurely way, when Injun happened to look back and saw an object approaching them in an uncertain and wobbly but determined manner. Injun's sharp eyes soon identified it as Sitting Bull.
Anyway, Injun sure had buck fever for the first time in his young life, for in bracing himself for his next shot he sat too far back on his left leg, and when he let go his arrow, over went the canoe. All hopes for a successful issue of that battle would have ended right there had not Injun's arrow by a lucky shot gone straight into Mr. Deer's heart.
"That was my college yell," sez Ches, an' he gave it again, an' gee, but it would 'a' made an Injun's mouth water. I was beginnin' to see that the' was a heap more in a college edication than I'd ever supposed. Next day we searched the barn an' found her just soggy with stolen stuff. We started out the news an' most of it was claimed up by the neighbors for a hundred miles around.
Moreover, his reputation was at stake, and that was a bigger thing to him than peaches or apple pie either. After careful thought he spoke. "I'll have t' go you," he said, "but there's two conditions to this here contest." "Give 'em a name," said Charlie. "Th' first is, that Injun's gotta be among friends." "We're all his friends," Charlie said. "Won't we do?"
"Well," said he, "if you must know, it was an Injun's head that the Doctor had saved, to take to Washington with him. It had a sort of a malformed skull or jaw-bone or something. But he left it behind I guess it got a leetle to old for him to carry," he laughed. "Somebody told me there was a head in the yard, but I forgot all about it. Lucky thing you didn't see it, wasn't it?
And the men, their wager forgotten, and Whitey, too, leaned forward and saw the tepee and saw Injun's uncle talking to the scout, whom he trusted, and who trusted the White Chief. In what followed, Injun left some of the details to the imagination of his hearers, or perhaps thought that they knew of them.
When you damned me fer a thievin' half-breed, and run me off the range, an' tole me to go to the Injun's, whar I belonged, I tuk yer advice. I'm what you might call the rear-guard of the outfit you've jist been havin' your shootin'-match with. Or I was the rear-guard, for you've wiped out the whole dam' battalion, so fur as I can see.
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