friend. He makes promises only to break them. The Indian must fight for what is his own."
"Do you consider this fort your own?"
"The land is the red man's—the white man has stolen it from him. The white man must go and leave the red man to his own."
"If you want the white man to go why don't you drive Gilroy and his gang away too?"
"They have promised to leave—after they have had their share of what is here."
"Oh, so that's the bargain!"
"You see how matters stand, Captain Moore," broke in the leader of the desperadoes. "If you know when you are well off, you'll submit as gracefully as possible."
"If we leave will you promise to let all go in peace," went on the young captain to the Indian chief, "you will not molest the women or any of the young people?"
"Yes, all the women and young people can go," said White Ox, but the look in his face was not one to be trusted.
"And if we refuse when do you expect to attack us?"
"At once."
The reply came from Matt Gilroy, and White Ox nodded in the affirmative.
"I must consult Colonel Fairfield first," said
