He passed the guards in silence, held on down the winding trail, and thus on for a mile or more, constantly turning and glancing back in the moonlight to see that he was not tracked. At last he halted at a narrow, deep ravine, and gave a low call. A response came from the darkness below, and then from beneath his robe the medicine chief took a pencil and paper, and when it was finished placed it upon the end of his long, red staff, and handed it down into the ravine. When he withdrew the staff the paper was gone, and he said, in the same guarded tone: "Let the Flying Fox go like the wind, straight as the bird flies, to the camp of General Miles, and to-morrow night I will come here again." A response came from below in the ravine, and the medicine chief then slowly retraced his way toward the hostiles' camp, making signs at the moon as he neared the guards at the pass. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 7: There were among the hostiles, Brules, who were the most dangerous and desperate of all. Ogallalas, Uncopapas, and scattering bucks from other tribes.] [Footnote 8: The white beaver is a sacred animal among the Indians, and only the most honored can wear a robe of white beaver skins.] CHAPTER XXXVI. WINNING THE "TWO BARS." General Miles[9] slept, as did the great Napoleon, with one eye open, so to speak, for he was always awake to any call, the arrival of a scout, or courier at the agency, where his headquarters were located, and ready to take the saddle at a moment's notice. So it was when an orderly told him that one of "Captain Carey's scouts had arrived," he was at once ready to have him enter, though it was just before dawn of day. "Me Flying Fox, white captain's good Indian. Come with talking paper to big white chief," said the redskin courier. "Where did you leave your captain, Flying Fox?" asked the general. "Over in Bad Lands." "Ah! has he gone there?" "White captain no know afraid; he brave chief; go as medicine man into camp; come back, and give Flying Fox talking paper for big chief." "When did you leave him?" "Six hours ago, big chief." The general at once turned to the paper he held in his hand, and glanced rapidly over it. Then he sent the orderly to request the presence of his adjutant-general, and that officer promptly put in an appearance. "Major, I have here a note from Carey, brought by Flying Fox here, who left him six hours ago in the Bad Lands. He states that Red Hatchet was really the cause of the trouble at Wounded Knee, and escaped. That he went on a raid with thirty braves immediately afterward and captured the daughter of Settler Vance Bernard, who has been so stubborn, against all urging and orders, to remain at his ranch. Red Hatchet escaped to the Bad Lands with his captive, though pursued by Carey, and the latter unable to come up with him, and knowing that an ambush awaited him, scattered his scouts, and disguising himself as a Brule medicine chief, entered the camps of the hostiles."