observing,--

"The great chief of the Ottawas has said they were the
spies of the Saganaw who killed the pale warrior. His
young men has found them, then; or how could he know they
were spies?"

"Is there a warrior among the Saganaw who dares to show
himself in the path of the red skins, unless he come in
strength and surrounded by his thunder?" was the sneering
demand. "But my father is wrong, if he supposes the friend
of the Ottawa is killed. No," he pursued fiercely, "the
dogs of spies could not kill him; they were afraid to
face so terrible a warrior. They came behind him in the
dark, and they struck him on the head like cowards and
foxes as they were. The warrior of the pale face, and
the friend of the Ottawa chief, is sick, but not dead.
He lies without motion in his tent, and his voice cannot
speak to his friend to tell him who were his enemies,
that he may bring their scalps to hang up within his
wigwam. But the great chief will soon be well, and his
arm will be stronger than ever to spill the blood of the
Saganaw as he has done before."

"The talk of the Ottawa chief is strange," returned the
governor, emphatically and with dignity. "He says he
conies to smoke the pipe of peace with the Saganaw, and
yet he talks of spilling their blood as if it was water
from the lake. What does the Ottawa mean?"