New-York tribune., 1910-02-13
By Zane Grey
Drawing by Allen True

Drawing by Allen True
tang and Showing silver money he would include in
the trade.
How much. incurred the chief, without interest.
Ten d0Ila~s-heaD much - replied the hunter.
The Indian held out a brown sIneWT hand tor the
money. and threw It with 1ery lnlpetuos1ty INTO
TOres' face The hard silver bruised and cut, blood
kept his cool quiet gaze shading slightly to con
tempt, level with the dark hot glance o1 ms lc|er
The firqi~7q of the silver was an expression Of
Young chief undignihed passion toward a prisoner
Who had become prisoner without effort or risk OF
ar7v warrior No honor there n this captive no
glory Insult to HIM. ones caught his adv antaSe
and became more Imnovabe OF feature, as lnPer-
tlrbabIe as stone The ChieftaIn vlsage. which had
rnOmentarv changed with animal terOCItT. SnOOthed
out under the influence of will that became ruler
of warriors and grew coIdlv lnscrutabe and ausere.
4 SUDDEN sharp veil from his lips brought his
u band running and leaping 10 him. Cultural
~1.r7ts and low deep savage utterances attested to
the significance OF the call 4 circle formed round
the cheftai and hunter circle OF SCARED warriors.
now growing OnlInOusly quiet They knew the pr1S-
Oner and hated him. not so much because his hand
had ever been against them for the fact that he
vas the GREAT. buffalo killer More than anv other
1aletace he had made meat scarce at their camp
fires Their meaning ewes rOved from chlettaln to
captive spelling sentence Of fire Of iron, ana torture
and death.
black bow as tall as himself, and long black arrow
barbed and athered. Leaning toward the prisoner,
he bent him look so intense, 50 deadly so mas
erf1 IN It's purpose that 1t seemed to read ms soul
White hunter Le-no want swap pony-hunt
butfalO-nO smell smoke
The hunter maintained silence and kept an un-
sTerving gaze on the chlettaln That was all ne
could do; no word. no move, could help nm now.
He summoned all his udOmItabe courage and called
9 IN flash all the hazardous incidents OF his life to
steel himself meet the primal instinct and might
of this chief this wolf OF the plains.
White man lie repeated the Apache
With slow and deliberate motion, never lowering
his level basilsk glance he fitted the arrow to the
bow and slowly stretching his arms discharged the
black dart at the foot OF the hunter.
tones felt the arrow Craze him and heard the hight
thud as 1t sank into the soft ground. He tWltChed
inwardlv and shuddered as gripping icy numbness
crept up from where the arrow had touched hlm TO
his breast. nevertheless he made no outward mani
festati0r no trernor Of limb no flick Of eveash
change IN the nien with which he had chosen to tdce
his foe
Buffalo Jones lie
That was the burden Of the Indians doubt. He
could not believe anv white man would dare TO come
10 him before all his braves and ask to trade ponies
His crafty intelligence told him 1t could not be true
And every beat Of his pulse thrObbed TO make the
hunter show Selecting another arrow, he set the
feathered notch against the raWhlde cord and bent
the bow TWangl The sharp point bit into the
leather Of the hunters boot and buried itself and
halt the arrow IN the ground.
How tenacious the Apache gaze How falcon
eyed TO detect the slightest sign IF weakening! How
71rrOseflll Of the grim cold thing that hung IN the
balance! His eveds narrowed TILL they were mere
Sits over black blaze. the veins over ms temples
e,gcIIed Still great ms fury. he held ElinseH
~ command and ms movements were as slow the
torture he promised Again he reached tor an arrow
ofrhed il drew it paused while he again called the
white man liar then shot It, \ knuebIdde tuuId not
have been placed between the foot ana the arrow
A.,eln and tgaln slow cruel deilberauon bent bow.
and silent slsUeusct He shot twelve arrows INTO the
Ground renninq the hunters foot IN little circle OF