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How can you believe the words of an enemy?<br />
The discussion dragged on, hour after hour. At length, to control his temper or perhaps his nerves,<br />
Cope began to sketch. He drew the chief, and the likeness aroused great interest. The chief wanted the<br />
sketch, and Cope gave it to him. The chief wanted Cope’s pen. Cope refused.<br />
“Professor,” Sternberg said, “I think you’d better give him your pen.”<br />
“I will do nothing of the sort.”<br />
“Professor . . .”<br />
“Very well.” Cope handed over the pen.<br />
Shortly before dawn, the discussion turned from Cope to Toad. Some kind of new chief was called<br />
for, a very pale, very thin man with a wild look in his eyes. His name was White Deer. White Deer<br />
looked at Toad, and muttered something, and left.<br />
The Indians then announced they wanted Toad to remain in the camp, and for the others to leave.<br />
Cope refused.<br />
“It’s all right,” Toad said. “I will serve as a kind of hostage.”<br />
“They may kill you.”<br />
“But if they kill me,” Toad pointed out, “they’ll almost certainly kill all of you soon after.”<br />
In the end, Toad remained, and the others left.<br />
From their camp, they looked down on the Indian encampment as dawn broke. The braves had begun<br />
whooping and riding in circles; a large fire was being built.<br />
“Poor Toad,” Isaac said. “They’ll torture him for sure.”<br />
Cope watched through his glass, but the smoke obscured everything. Now a chanting began; it kept<br />
up until nine in the morning, when it abruptly stopped.<br />
A party of braves rode up to the camp, bringing Toad with them on a spare horse. They came upon<br />
Cope washing his false teeth in a tin bowl. The Indians were entranced and, before Toad dismounted,<br />
insisted that Cope pop his lifelike teeth in and then take them out again.<br />
Cope did this several times, contrasting a dazzling smile with a gaping, toothless hole, and the<br />
Indians departed much entertained.<br />
Dazed, Toad watched them go.<br />
“That one chief, White Deer, did magic on my hand,” he said, “to cure it.”<br />
“Did it hurt?”<br />
“No, they just waved feathers over it and chanted. But I had to eat some awful stuff.”<br />
“What stuff?”<br />
“I don’t know, but it was awful. I’m very tired now.” He curled up beneath the wagon, and slept for<br />
the next twelve hours.<br />
Toad’s arm was improved the following morning. In three days he was cured. Each morning, the<br />
Indians would ride up to see Cope. And they would watch Funny Tooth wash his teeth. The Indians<br />
would often hang around the camp, but they never took anything. And they were very interested in<br />
what the whites were doing: finding bones.