it meant, even though the weapon was in the hands of a boy. It meant
that any attempt on his part to raise his gun or draw his tomahawk or
knife, would be met by the discharge of the threatening weapon, and
his own passage from time into eternity. So he stared at the lad a
moment, and then demanded in good English:

"What does my brother want?"

"I want you to leave, just as quickly as you know how, and never show
yourself here again."

Lone Wolf's wigwam is many miles away," supplied the Indian, pointing
northward, "and he is on his way there now."

Fred started a little at this terrible chieftain's name; but he held
his gun pointed steadily towards him, determined to fire the instant
he attempted the least hostile movement, for his own salvation
depended upon such a prompt check-mating of his enemy.

An Indian is always ready to make the best of his situation, and Lone
Wolf saw that he was fairly caught. Still, he acted cautiously, in
the hope of throwing the young hero off his guard, so as to permit him
to crush him as suddenly as if by a panther's spring.

"If your wigwam is there, it is time you were home," said Fred. "We
are on the lookout for such customers as you, and if any of the others
see you they won't let you off so easy as I do. So the best thing is
for you to leave."

Lone Wolf made no direct reply to this, except to take a step toward