"Now me and white girl have long talk," said Yellow Elk, as he motioned Nellie to a seat.
"Where is the boomers camp?" she faltered, hardly knowing how to answer him.
"Camp ten miles from here," came the short reply. "You here all alone with Yellow Elk."
At this the frightened girl gave a scream of terror.
"You base wretch!" she sobbed. "Take me back at once."
"No take back—Yellow Elk no fool. White girl stay here—make Yellow Elk good squaw, maybe," and he grinned into her pretty face.
But now an interruption came which all but stunned Yellow Elk. Leaping from his hiding place, Pawnee Brown pounced upon the redskin, caught him by the throat and hurled him backward and almost into the midst of the fire!
"You miserable dog!" came from the scout's lips.
"Oh, sir, save me from that Indian!" came from Nellie, as she quickly turned to the man she felt sure would assist her.
"I will, Miss Winthrop, don't fear," answered Pawnee Brown. "So, Yellow Elk, we meet again. I reckon you remember the man who kicked you all around the agency two years ago because you tried to steal his new pair of boots?"
