The white men kill too many.

Let them go.

This is our country." It seemed to me I could see the black eyes of the Sioux boring straight through every one of us, glittering, not in the least afraid.
"Go back to the north and west, where you belong," said Auberry.

"You have no business here on the wagon trails." "The Sioux hunt where they please," was the grim answer.

"But you see we have our women and children with us, the same as you have--and he pointed toward our camp, doubtless knowing the personnel of our party as well as we did ourselves.
"Where are you going ?" asked our interpreter.
The Sioux waved his arm vaguely.