slowly," went on Yellow Elk, meaning that he would make the great scout's torture last as long as possible.
"Your training on the reservation hasn't civilized you much, Yellow, if that's the way you feel about it."
"I hate white man—all of them," grumbled the Indian chief. "They take all my land away and put me in a little yard to live. I would kill all white man if could," and he grated his teeth.
A moment later Yellow Elk nodded to the other Indians and all leaped forward and bound Pawnee Brown fast to the fire-stake. This done the red skins heaped the brush around the scout's feet.
"Now the dirty white dog can die!" hissed Yellow Elk, as he advanced with a torch. "He can pray, but the white man's Great Father cannot save him! He must burn until his bones are as charcoal!"
And so speaking Yellow Elk thrust the torch into the dry brush and set it on fire!
