Part 26 (1/2)
As the Indian chief shoved his face into view he caught sight of dick and uttered a slight huh! Up came the boy's weapon, but on the instant Yellow Elk disappeared
For the moment dick was too paralyzed to move Like a flash he realized that Yellow Elk had the better of him, for the Indian was behind shelter, while he stood in a clearing
”White boy stand still!” cauttural tones from the redskin ”Don't dare move, or Indian shoot”
”What do you want of me?” asked dick
”White boy all alone?”
”What business is that of yours?”
At this Yellow Elk runt Then fro barrel of a horse pistol
”White boy thron little shooter,” commanded the redskin By little shooter he meant dick's pistol
There was no help for it, and the youth did as requested
”White boy got udder shooter?”
”No”
”Now say if white boy alone Speak if want to save life”
”Yes, I am alone, Yellow Elk”
”Ha! you know Yellow Elk?” cried the Indian in surprise
”I've heard of you”
”What white boy do here?”
”I aust crossed the Indian chiefs face The idea of a hu he could not understand During his life he had covered thousands of miles of prairie and forest lands and had never yet lost hi and instinct of a true A Yellow Elk had leaped through the brush, and now he came up and peered into dick's face Instantly his eyes filled with anger
”I knohite boy; he friend to pawnee Brown Indian see hi the caht at the cave
”Yes, pawnee Brown is my friend,” answered dick ”Where is he now?” he added, to throw the Indian off the series of questions he was propounding
”pawnee Brown dead!” muttered Yellow Elk simply ”White boy come with me”
”With you!” ejaculated dick, a chill creeping up to his heart
”Yes; coain the horse pistol was raised
The tone was so ugly that dick felt it would be useless to hang back