"The great chief of the Ottawas shall know us better,"
was the reply. "The young warriors of the Saganaw might
destroy their enemies where they now stand, but they seek
not their blood. When the Ottawa chief takes council from
his own heart, and not from the lips of a cowardly dog
of a pale face, who strikes his tomahawk and then flies,
his wisdom will tell him to make peace with the Saganaw,
whose warriors are without treachery, even as they are
without fear."

Another of those deep interjectional "ughs" escaped the
chest of the proud Indian.

"What my father says is good," he returned; "but the pale
face is a great warrior, and the Ottawa chief is his
friend. The Ottawa will go."

He then addressed a few sentences, in a tongue unknown
to the officers, to the swarthy and anxious crowd in
front. These were answered by a low, sullen, yet assentient
grunt, from the united band, who now turned, though with
justifiable caution and distrust, and recrossed the
drawbridge without hinderance from the troops. Ponteac
waited until the last Indian had departed, and then making
a movement to the governor, which, with all its haughtiness,
was meant to mark his sense of the forbearance and good
faith that had been manifested, once more stalked proudly
and calmly across the area, followed by the remainder of
the chiefs. The officers who were with the governor
ascended to the ramparts, to follow their movements; and