The fight that followed was furious and desperate, but of brief duration. When it ended, Buffalo Bill was the victor, and the Blackfoot brave lay panting on his back, the scout’s fingers clutching him by the throat. The red warrior gurgled something which he meant as a word of submission and surrender, but the scout still held him in that choking grasp, not daring to trust him; and then, before the brave could get back enough strength to resist, the scout had him bound tight and fast. When the Blackfoot recovered sufficiently to talk, Buffalo Bill began to ask him questions, emphasizing them by a pointed revolver. The warrior was sullen at first; but by and by he declared that his name was Spotted Deer, and that he was a subchief, who had been sent out there to meet and guide into the village a certain medicine man from another village, who was coming to drive away the evil spirits that were causing the Blackfeet to fall sick and die. In other words, this medicine man had been sent for in the belief that he could charm away the measles that had attacked so many of the Indians. “I think I want to meet that medicine man,” said the scout to himself, when he had heard the story. Therefore, he went into hiding, with his prisoner bound and gagged, his horse concealed some distance away, and waited with as much patience as he could for the appearance of the medicine man. As he thus waited, he shaped the plan that had come to his fertile mind--a plan that promised aid to the imperiled prisoners. Within less than an hour the medicine man came in sight, advancing down the trail that here descended from the higher mountains. Spotted Deer, though bound and gagged, struggled and gurgled, in an effort to warn the medicine man of the danger he was in, and he threw himself about in such a manner, in spite of the scout’s warnings to him to desist, that he attracted the medicine man’s attention. Yet the result of his strenuous efforts was not what he had hoped. The medicine man turned toward the bushes where he beheld the commotion, stepping with Indian lightness of foot, and when he parted the bushes to look in, he found himself looking into the deadly tube of a revolver, with the dreaded Long Hair behind it threatening him. “Do not try to turn!” the scout commanded in Blackfoot; “for, if you do, I shall shoot you.” The medicine man surrendered without a word, seeing that death would be the result if he refused. Then he discovered the bound form of Spotted Deer. Buffalo Bill kept him covered with the revolver, and with Indian stoicism the medicine man sat down. “Now, your knife!” commanded the scout. The Blackfoot produced the weapon and placed it on the ground. His hatchet was the only other weapon he possessed, and that he also surrendered. Then the scout searched him.