The American chief and his medicine-man stayed a long time in the Charakterik lodge. After a while Scar Head's older brother came looking for him.
"White Wolf says that you are to go on with the two Americans up to their camp and take a pony load of corn."
"How soon?"
"Now. They are leaving. The pony is being packed."
So Scar Head hastened to the lodge. The two Americans were bidding Chief Charakterik goodby, and were about to mount their horses. The chief beckoned to Scar Head and pointed to the pony. Scar Head obediently scrambled atop the corn.
"Do I come back to-night?" he asked.
"You may stay till morning, and see what you can see. Do not talk; and be sure and bring back the pony."
This was quite an adventure—to ride to the American camp with the head chief and the medicine-*man, and maybe spend the night there. Scar Head's heart beat rapidly, but he did not show that he was either frightened or delighted, for he was Indian, and son of White Wolf.
He guided his loaded pony in the rear of the two trotting horsemen. Outside the town Chief Mungo-
