The flying pony stumbled, recovered himself, stumbled again and fell.

But even before he reached the earth his rider had leaped free, and, still some thirty yards in advance, sped onward.

Half a dozen strides and Cameron's horse was upon him, and, giving him the shoulder, hurled the Indian senseless to earth.

In a flash Cameron was at his side, turned him over and discovered not the Sioux Chief but another Indian quite unknown to him.
His rage and disappointment were almost beyond his control.

For an instant he held his gun poised as if to strike, but the blow did not fall.