One of the Indians stepped out in front and fired off both barrels of his gun.  This was a sign of friendship.

Northrup did not think this offer of peace worth much; but, if he refused it, he would have to fight against thirteen Indians.  He could only accept it by firing off both barrels of his gun.  This would leave him with his gun unloaded.

But he slipped the cap off one barrel of his gun.  Then he fired the other barrel, and brought down the hammer of the one from which he had taken the cap, so as to make it seem that that barrel of his gun was empty.  Then he slyly slipped the cap back on his gun, so as to have one barrel ready for use.

He went with the Indians to their camp, where he was a kind of prisoner, but he managed to load the empty barrel of his gun by going behind a tree where the Indians could not see him.

He knew that the Indians would try to get to his camp before he did.  As his men did not know how to manage Indians, the Indians could steal everything in the camp.  If they should take his provisions, George and his men might starve on the prairies, which were covered with snow.

So George made up his mind that he must get to his camp before the Indians, or lose his life in trying.

He said to the chief, “Old-man, I am going home.”

He did not wait for an answer, but started along the trail leading to his camp.  He expected the Indians to shoot him, but they only fell into line and marched behind him.

George knew that if the Indians got into the camp with him, they would find everything scattered about.  Before he could get things together, they would steal most of them.  So he tried once more what he could do by boldness.  He turned and said to the chief, “My men are new men.  They do not know Indians.  If you should go in with me, they might shoot.  It is better that I should go in first, and tell them that you come as friends.”

Old-man said “Ho,” which is the way that a Yankton has of saying “All right.”

Northrup went into the camp, and gathered everything together in one place, and told his men to keep watch over the things.  The Indians staid about the camp two days, trying to get a chance to rob the white men, but Northrup kept his eye on them.  Once he found one of his men without a gun.

“Where is your gun?” he said.

“The Indians are sitting on it,” said the man.  “They will not give it up.”

George found several Indians sitting on the gun.  He took hold of the gun and looked at the Indians.  They all got up.  It seemed that they could not help doing what he wanted them to do.  Northrup gave the gun back to its owner, and told him not to let it go out of his hands again.

George had a fine double-barreled rifle.  An English gentleman whose guide he had been had sent him this gun from London.  When he was in his tent one day, he heard the Indians on the outside of it disputing who should have his gun.  He knew by this that they meant to kill him.