- gage and the presents. There was a black dog.
They talked and laughed much, as they busied themselves or waited around the two fires that they had built. The hair on their heads was of different colors—brown, and black, and red, and gray. So was the hair on their faces. They were quick, active warriors—good men, evidently. If the Pawnees fought them, it would be hot work before they all were wiped out.
Maybe, thought Scar Head, they depended upon the medicine of their "doctor," to help them.
Another man, who could talk sign language and a little Pawnee, came and sat down beside him. He was the interpreter for Chief Pike.
"You're no Indian; you're white," he accused, of Scar Head.
"Indian," said Scar Head.
"Where did you come from?"
"Utahs."
"Where did they get you?"
"Don't know."
"Did White Wolf buy you from the Utahs?"
"He is my father."
"You speak with crooked tongue," the interpreter accused. "You are white. You are American. Who was your father?"
