this he was certain. They had on their heads the queer hats; they wore long tight blue shirts that glittered with ornaments; they carried the long knives, in sheathes at their sides; the one was the chief with the yellow hair, and the other was the chief with the red hair.
The 'Nited States were giving a feast and dance, evidently. Two of them were making music by drawing a stick across a box held to their chins; and the others, and the Indians, sat in a circle, around the fire, watching the dances.
It was now the turn of the Otoes, for they sprang up, and into the centre, to dance. Peter knew them, one by one: Head Chief Little Thief, Big Horse, Crow's Head, Black Cat, Iron Eyes, Bix Ox, Brave Man, and Big Blue Eyes—all Otoes except Crow's Head and Black Cat, who were Missouris.
They danced. It was the Oto Buffalo Dance. The 'Nited States warriors cheered—and on a sudden cheered louder and clapped their hands together, for into the centre had leaped a new figure, to dance by himself.
He was the black medicine man!
His eyes rolled white; his teeth were white; but all the rest of him was black—and he was very large. Assuredly, the 'Nited States must be a great and powerful nation, with such medicine men, decided little Peter, watching.
Along the deck Patrick Gass hissed and beckoned.
