Ted thrashed the Indian until his yells of agony and his struggles
ceased, then threw him aside.
"Go back to your people and tell them that you are no longer fit to be
chief. That you have been whipped with a quirt by a white boy until you
cried. It is you who are the squaw," said Ted, riding back to his party.
CHAPTER X.
SILVER FACE.
As Ted released the badly punished young Indian and rode back to where
the boys were waiting for him, Crazy Cow painfully raised himself to a
sitting position in his saddle. But the pain was too great, and he
slowly and painfully slid to the ground. But the backs of his legs were
so seamed with welts that he could not walk.
He was, indeed, an object for pity, but he had been defeated, and not
only that, but had been whipped on the most shameful spot, in Indian
fighting, and his friends would have none of him.
When he looked toward them for sympathy they only pointed the finger of
scorn at him, and laughed.
Now Ted rode out in front of the boys, and, raising his voice, said to
the Indians:
"Go back to your village. Do not come to my ranch again. Next time it
will be something worse than quirts with which we fight, and dead men,
instead of squaws with sore legs, will be the result. Go!"
The old medicine man turned his pony toward the mountains, and in a
guttural voice gave the command.
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