"
Ted held up his hands in a sign of peace also, but said nothing.
"He's a darned old hypocrite," said Ben, in an aside to Ted. "He has
murder in those little red eyes of his, if ever a man had."
"I'm on to him," said Ted. "Keep your eyes on that bunch, and give it to
them if they start anything treacherous."
"My white brothers come with peace for their red brothers. Join us at
the fire. Warm yourselves; eat of our meat."
"We are willing to be brothers," said Ted. "But one brother does not
steal the ponies from the corral of the other."
"That was the work of the young men, and they are now sorry for it,"
said the medicine man.
Ted looked at the young fellow whom he had unhorsed, and saw that his
face was distended in a sarcastic smile.
"The young brave yonder is the one who led the raid on my corral. He
does not look sorry," said Ted, pointing to the offender.
Flying Sun threw a glance in the direction of the young man, and said a
few words sharply in the Blackfeet tongue.
"Crazy Cow is young and the son of a chief. His blood is hot within him,
and he does not know what he does," said Flying Sun.
Crazy Cow's face at once assumed a look of sadness.
"I have not come for war," said Ted gravely, "but I want to warn you and
your tribe that I will not stand for any raids on our ranch.
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