the soldier stood smiling, backed against the lodge doorway, his gun in his hands.
But right in the midst of the crisis, somebody else arrived. It was Baroney, the interpreter for Chief Pike.
"Go into the lodge," ordered White Wolf, to Scar Head. "You have made bad work. I will talk with you later."
Scar Head went in, disgraced. Outside, the voices continued, with White Wolf, and Skidi, and Baroney doing most of the speaking, and Rich Man and Letalesha adding remarks.
After a short time they all quit. White Wolf entered, with Baroney and the soldier.
"You are going away," he said. "You may get your yellow pony and make ready."
"Where am I going?"
"With these two men, to the American camp. The horse matter is settled. The American chief has sent a present, for the horse. Everybody is satisfied. But you did a wrong thing, when you interfered in men's affairs. Why did you do that?"
"I like the Americans," Scar Head stammered.
"Yes," replied White Wolf. "What Skidi said is true. You are not red, you are white, and they all know it. You can never be an Indian. Now you have lost friends. The Pawnee will always look at
