"What always happens when an Injun kills a white man," Blott went on, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Word was sent to the gov’nor at St. Louis, an’ soldiers were hurried off to demand Standin’ Bear’s surrender. This bein’ done, they took him to St. Louis, where he was to be hung, but on the advice of Black Hawk, Quashquamme, the great chief of the Sacs, went down to see if he couldn’t save Standin’ Bear, who was some kin to him. When he got to St. Louis he found white men didn’t settle differences of that kind by acceptin’ money or property outright, as the Injuns do. While waitin’ he fell in with a man named Shoto, an old fur trader, who, knowin’ the Sacs to be reliable Injuns, volunteered to supply the chief an’ his companions with what they wanted. In this way he got the Injun in debt about two thousand dollars, for a lot of truck hardly worthy carryin’ off. Then Shoto, to get his money, proposed that the Sacs an’ Foxes sell their land to the government, an’ this is what come about in the end. It was agreed that Standin’ Bear should be freed, an’ the Injuns git a sum of money every year, which, of course, they didn’t git, that bein’ the government’s way of treatin’ Injuns. Well, at the appointed time the prison door was thrown open an’ Standin’ Bear walked out, Red Rose bein’ a little way apart waitin’ for him. As he hurried toward her, an’ she stood with her arms outstretched, there was the crack of a rifle, an’ Standin’ Bear dropped dead at her feet. At this she uttered a piercin’ cry, an’ fell beside him. Her companions, runnin’ up, carried her off, thinkin’ she was dead; an’ while she come to, she was never the same as before, but sick of mind like, an’ believin’ her father was come, she’d hold out her arms, sayin’: ’You didn’t believe the pale faces, but I knew they’d keep their word,’ an’ this the poor thing would repeat over an’ over a thousand times a day, smilin’ an’ holdin’ out her hands plaintive-like. When she got some strength, Standin’ Bear’s companions took his body an’ Red Rose in their canoes an’ carried them to the Injun village, where, as I said, the two rivers, the tumblin’ Rock an’ the Mississippi join their waters; an’ here they buried the old chief with the dead of his tribe. So you see the whites kept their word about freein’ Standin’ Bear, an’ broke it, too." "I should say so, and with a vengeance!" I cried, ashamed that my race should do so treacherous a thing. "Then what happened?" "Nothin’, for he was only an Injun." "Did that bring on the war?" "Yes, through the debt of old Shoto’s and the treaty follerin’ it." "Why did Black Hawk allow the treaty to be made?" I asked. "He was away huntin’ when it was signed, an’ didn’t know about it. That was always the way, though. When the Injuns was to be tricked it was done when he was off on a hunt, for he never was fuddled with liquor, an’ stood up for the rights of his people."