"I see. The Utahs probably traded him to the Pawnees, doctor," spoke the chief Mungo-Meri Pike, across, in the language that Scar Head did not understand. "And Charakterik adopted him."
"The Utahs must have got him somewhere. He's no Indian," replied the medicine-man, in those strange words. "He's not Spanish, either." And he asked, in French, of Scar Head:
"You speak Spanish?"
"A little."
"You speak Utah?"
Scar Head nodded. He was growing tired of these questionings.
The medicine-man kept eyeing him.
"Where did you get this?" And he tapped his own head, in sign of the patch of white hair.
"My name," answered Scar Head.
"What made it?"
"Don't know."
"Did the Utahs capture you?"
"Don't know."
"Where were you before the Utahs had you?"
"Don't know."
"He may not be all Indian, but he's enough Indian so he won't tell what he doesn't want to tell," laughed the American chief, in the strange words.
The medicine-man shrugged his shoulders.
