tell him."

"Then, if the talk came not from the Shawanees and the
Delawares, it came from the spies of the warriors of the
pale flag. The great father of the French was angry with
the great father of the Saganaw, because he conquered
his warriors in many battles; and he sent wicked men to
whisper lies of the Saganaw into the ears of the red
skins, and to make them take up the hatchet against them.
There is a tall spy at this moment in the camp of the
red skins," he pursued with earnestness, and yet paling
as he spoke. "It is said he is the bosom friend of the
great chief of the Ottawas. But I will not believe it.
The head of a great nation would not be the friend of a
spy--of one who is baser than a dog. His people would
despise him; and they would say, 'Our chief is not fit
to sit in council, or to make war; for he is led by the
word of a pale face who is without honour.'"

The swarthy cheek of the Indian reddened, and his eye
kindled into fire. "There is no spy, but a great warrior,
in the camp of the Ottawas," he fiercely replied. "Though
he came from the country that lies beyond the salt lake,
he is now a chief of the red skins, and his arm is mighty,
and his heart is big. Would my father know why he has
become a chief of the Ottawas?" he pursued with scornful
exultation. "When the strong holds of the Saganaw fell,
the tomahawk of the 'white warrior' drank more blood than
that of a red skin, and his tent is hung around with
poles bending under the weight of the scalps he has taken.