"Big paleface—Buffalo Jones—-big chief—buffalo man," introduced Emmett, indicating Jones. "How." The Navajo spoke with dignity, and extended a friendly hand. "Jones big white chief—rope buffalo—tie up tight," continued Emmett, making motions with his arm, as if he were whirling a lasso. "No big—heap small buffalo," said the Indian, holding his hand level with his knee, and smiling broadly. Jones, erect, rugged, brawny, stood in the full light of the campfire. He had a dark, bronzed, inscrutable face; a stern mouth and square jaw, keen eyes, half-closed from years of searching the wide plains; and deep furrows wrinkling his cheeks. A strange stillness enfolded his feature the tranquility earned from a long life of adventure.
