- Meri Pike reined in and dropped back beside him,
with a smile.
They eyed each other, although Scar Head did not smile. He was not ready to smile, and White Wolf had told him not to talk.
The American chief had a clear pink and brown skin and a bright blue eye, with rather large nose and mouth, and stubborn chin. His manner was quick and commanding; anybody might see that he was a chief.
"What is your name?" he asked, suddenly, in French.
"Scar Head," answered Scar Head, in Pawnee.
Evidently the American chief did not understand Pawnee, for he looked a little puzzled.
"Do you speak French?" he demanded.
"Yes, little," answered Scar Head.
"You are not an Indian?"
"Yes, Pawnee," grunted Scar Head.
"You don't look like a Pawnee."
"Pawnee," Scar Head insisted, as he had been ordered always to do, by Charakterik.
"Who is your father?"
"White Wolf."
"Who was your mother?"
"Don't know."
"Were you born here?"
