to show them the cannon and the air-gun that shot forty times, and other wonders. Captain Clark brought them ashore again in the red pirogue.
No sooner had the cable been carried on shore, to be held by Patrick Gass and Reuben Fields and George Shannon while the load was landed, and Captain Clark had stepped out, than three of the Indians grabbed it, and Wah-zing-go, the warrior, put his arms about the mast, as if to keep the boat there. Tor-to-hon-ga began to talk in a loud and angry voice. Captain Clark flushed.
"What does he say, Peter?" he appealed. For Drouillard was on the barge, and only Peter was near. When the five men had started to row the pirogue ashore, with the chiefs and Captain Clark, he had slipped in, too.
"The chief say you cannot go away till you give them more presents," translated Peter, boldly; for he had picked up some Sioux words and he could read the gestures, also.
"What!" And Captain Clark was angry indeed. He had only five men, two in the boat and three ashore, but he was not afraid. "You tell him we will go on, and he can't stop us. We are not squaws, but warriors. Our great father has medicine on those boats that will wipe out twenty Sioux nations."
"The chief says he has plenty warriors, too," interpreted Peter.
And at that moment the chief sprang for Captain
