The
Indian was facing the soldiers and saw them at once, but they were at
Faye's back, so he did not know they were there until he turned to
come home.
Faye says that the Indian was quite near before he saw him at all, as
he had not been thinking of Indians in his race after the little
buffalo. He came up and said "How!" of course, and then by signs asked
to see Faye's revolver, which has an ivory handle with nickel barrel
and trimmings, all of which the Indian saw at once, and decided to
make his own without loss of time, and then by disarming Faye he would
be master of things generally.
Faye pulled the pistol from its holster and held it out for the Indian
to look at, but with a tight grip on the handle and finger on trigger,
the muzzle pointed straight to his treacherous heart. This did not
disturb the Indian in the least, for he grasped the barrel and with a
twist of the wrist tried to jerk it down and out of Faye's hand. But
this he failed to do, so, with a sarcastic laugh, he settled himself
back on his pony to await a more favorable time when he could catch
Faye off guard. He wanted that glistening pistol, and he probably
wanted the fat pony also. And thus they sat facing each other for
several minutes, the Indian apparently quite indifferent to pistols
and all things, and Faye on the alert to protect himself against the
first move of treachery.
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