White Wolf threw a white-tanned robe, soft and warm, from a young buffalo-cow, over his shoulders.
"Do not forget your father. You did wrong, but your heart was good. Remember that you have been a chief's son. Always bear yourself like a warrior. To a warrior, heat and cold and thirst and hunger are nothing. A brave man lives, while a coward dies. Now go."
"Come," said Baroney. The stocky soldier smiled brightly.
With never a backward glance they galloped out of the town, into the south and on.
Baroney began to lead. With the horse in tow, the soldier slackened, to ride alongside Scar Head. He grinned, and spoke.
"Hello," he said, again.
"H'lo," responded Scar Head.
The soldier rubbed his nose, as if figuring upon what to say next.
"American, you?" he queried.
Scar Head caught the word, and nodded. The soldier spoke farther, with another question.
"He asks your name," called back Baroney. "I will tell him. His name is Sparks. He is a good man. They are all good men. You will be happy with the Americans."
"Sparks!" That was a simple name and a
