and not understood by them. Boy Scar Head listened. In the morning they were treated to a marching dance, in which the Spanish soldiers moved to the beat of drums. They were presented with a horse apiece; and after having shaken hands again they left, well satisfied.
Once away from the river they rode fast; for Skidi had stolen three mules during the night while the guard was sleepy instead of watchful, and hidden the animals in a convenient place. But the Spanish did not pursue.
"We will tell Charakterik that the Spanish are strong," said Iskatappe. "They fought the Apaches; they have plenty of guns and horses. They will eat the Americans of that Pike."
"I think, myself, that the Pawnee will grow fatter by helping the Spanish father than by helping the strange American father," declared Old Knife.
"We have gained four horses and three mules," Skidi chuckled. "All the whites are stupid. If the Americans come they will go back afoot; hey?
"What kind of men are the Americans?" Boy Scar Head ventured to ask, from the rear.
"We are talking," Letalesha rebuked. "When chiefs and warriors talk, boys keep silent."
So Scar Head got no information. All he
