He walked on to the edge of the prairie, however, and then stopped.
"The Pale-faces must go alone," said he; "Mahtawa will return to his tent." Joe replied to this intimation by seizing him suddenly by the throat and choking back the yell that would otherwise have brought the Pawnee warriors rushing to the scene of action in hundreds.

Mahtawa's hand was on the handle of his scalping-knife in a moment, but before he could draw it his arms were glued to his sides by the bear-like embrace of Henri, while Dick tied a handkerchief quickly yet firmly round his mouth.

The whole thing was accomplished in two minutes.
After taking his knife and tomahawk away, they loosened their gripe and escorted him swiftly over the prairie.
Mahtawa was perfectly submissive after the first convulsive struggle was over.

He knew that the men who walked on each side of him grasping his arms were more than his match singly, so he wisely made no resistance.
Hurrying him to a clump of small trees on the plain which was so far distant from the village that a yell could not be heard, they removed the bandage from Mahtawa's mouth.
"_Must_ he be kill ?" inquired Henri, in a tone of commiseration.
"Not at all," answered Joe; "we'll tie him to a tree and leave him here." "Then he vill be starve to deat'.

Oh, dat is more horrobell!" "He must take his chance o' that.