them about. The stanch police
were holding firm, and keeping the space before the door cleared. At
the same time they argued with their friends and relatives and
acquaintances in the crowd, telling them to be careful and not cause
blood-shed.

Sitting Bull's gray horse was standing in the cleared space. He
started for it, as if to go with the police, when young Crow Foot, his
son, taunted him.

"You call yourself a brave man. You said you would never surrender to
a blue-coat, and now you give up to Indians in blue clothes!"

That stung Sitting Bull. He resisted. He began to speak rapidly to
his Ghost Dancers.

"These police are taking me away. You are more than they. You have
guns in your hands. Are you going to let them take me away? All you
have to do is to kill these men on either side of me. The rest will
run. Our brothers are waiting for us in the Bad Lands, before they
make the whites die. When the whites die, only the Indians will be
left. But the whites mean to try to kill us all first." Suddenly he
shook an arm free, and raised it. "Shoot!" he cried. "Kill the
police. They are none of us!"

Two of the Ghost Dancers, Catch-the-bear and Strikes-the-kettle, sprang
through the line of police, and fired.

Catch-the-bear's bullet struck Lieutenant Bull Head in the side.
Strikes-the-kettle's bullet struck Sergeant Shave Head in the stomach.
Private Lone Man shot and killed Catch-the-bear. With his revolver
Lieutenant Bull Head instantly shot Sitting Bull through the body. Red
Tomahawk shot him through the head. Then, down together, fell Sitting
Bull, Bull Head and Shave Head.

Now it was a big fight, of the forty-one police against almost two
hundred Ghost Dancers. Lieutenant Bull Head and First Sergeant Shave
Head were mortally sick from their wounds; Second Sergeant Red Tomahawk
took the command.

The fighting at first was hand to hand, with clubbed guns and knives.
The squaws helped the Ghost Dance men.

"Do not hurt the women and children," shouted Red Tomahawk. And as
fast as possible the women were grabbed and hustled into the small
cabin.

The police were trained soldiers, and used their revolvers freely,
although not trying to kill. They drove the Ghost Dancers into the
timber along the river south of the Sitting Bull place.

"I will run and tell the soldiers," cried Hawk Man No. 1.

"Bun!" panted Red Tomahawk, to Hawk Man No. 1. "Tell the soldiers."

And Hawk Man No.