had called them; they would bend no longer to the Whites.
Sabeta was as full of fight as Manuel
and the youthful braves.
Chacen rode back, and Armstrong
, on receiving his report, sent out for troops.
who soon came rattling into Tierra Amarilla
, under Captain Stevenson
They had not long to wait for a collision with the “ sacred race.”
Aflame with pride, and promised a great victory over the pale devils, the Indians turned back on the settlements.
Sabeta pricked into the agency, while Cornea lay in ambush, three or four miles behind, unseen by any of the Whites.
Sabeta meant to take the agency, to scalp the officers, and to secure the stores.
To his surprise he found a troop of horse, and was compelled to parley where he had prepared to strike.
“ Bring in the stolen stock and yield the thieves to punishment,” said Captain Stevenson
, taking an imperious tone.
Sabeta, not yet ready for the fray, replied with Indian cunning, that he might be able to restore the cows and ponies, but he could not yield the thieves for punishment, as they were gone into the mountains and were strangers to his band.
Some of the worst thieves, as Armstrong