But circumstances now arose which banished all trifling thoughts from his mind.
Mahtawa raised his head suddenly, and said, pointing to the silver rifle, "Mahtawa wishes to have the two-shotted medicine gun.

He will give his best horse in exchange." "Mahtawa is liberal," answered Joe; "but the pale-faced youth cannot part with it.

He has far to travel, and must shoot buffaloes by the way." "The pale-faced youth shall have a bow and arrows to shoot the buffalo," rejoined the Indian.
"He cannot use the bow and arrow," answered Joe.

"He has not been trained like the Red-man." Mahtawa was silent for a few seconds, and his dark brows frowned more heavily than ever over his eyes.
"The Pale-faces are too bold," he exclaimed, working himself into a passion.

"They are in the power of Mahtawa.