although he knew that Pike was thudding close beside him.
The reports of the medicine-man and Baroney guns sounded, driving the elk before them. The elk chief saw the two enemies cutting him off before. He recoiled sharply, to turn, but the herd forced him on; they all bunched, confused. This was the chance, and in charged Scar Head, on his yellow pony.
"Le grand cerf (The large stag)!" Chief Pike gasped.
"Oui (yes)!" answered Scar Head.
The herd broke. On bolted the stag, tossing his great horns. After him pelted Scar Head and Chief Pike. It was another chase. But, see! The Pawnees were coming, from before. The chase was leading straight for them, they had seen, and fifty or sixty of their best hunters had galloped in a long line, for a surround.
The stag saw, too. Or else he smelled. He turned at right angles, to escape the net. A minute or two more, and the yellow pony was at his straining haunches, and Scar Head was leaning forward with bow bent to the arrow's head.
"Look out! Look out!" Chief Pike shouted.
With a mighty leap the stag sprang aside, whirled, and charged the yellow pony. His bristling
