Without a word, though with an irresistible look of surprise, the savage
turned, picked up his weapons and strode majestically into the bush.
"My brother is not wise," remarked Big Otter.
"That may be so," said I, "but it grieves me that the blood of one
Indian has been shed on my account, and I don't want to let the
authorities here have the chance of shedding that of another. Come, we
must let them know what has happened."
So saying I turned and rode off. We went direct to the authorities
above-mentioned, told who we were and what we had done, guided a party
of men to the scene of the intended murder; and then, while the stars
were beginning to twinkle in the darkening sky, returned to see what was
going on in the little cottage on the hill at Sunny Creek.