"Scalp me if you want to scalp anyone." The Indian looked quickly at the powerful form before him.

With a twist he slipped his arm from Joe's grasp.
"Big paleface heap fun--all squaw play," he said, scornfully.

There was a menace in his somber eyes as he turned abruptly and left the group.
"I'm afraid you've made an enemy," said Jake Wentz to Joe.

"An Indian never forgets an insult, and that's how he regarded your joke.

Silvertip has been friendly here because he sells us his pelts.