"Deerfoot is glad to meet his brother."

As he uttered these words the moonlight fell on his face and the
front part of his body, so that a better view of countenance and
features could not have been obtained.

Nearly a year had passed since we last saw Deerfoot (see "Ned on the
River"). During that period, he had almost attained the full
stature of a warrior. It may be said that there was no single
person, whether of his own or the Caucasian race, whom Deerfoot held
in personal fear.

Those who have done me the honor of reading the "Young Pioneer
Series," will recall the marked attractiveness of Deerfoot's
countenance. The classical regularity of his features was relieved
from effeminacy by the slightly Roman nose, which, with the thin
lips, gave him an expression of firmness and nerve that was true to
his character.

When he stepped in front of the great Tecumseh, with his knife
clenched in his band, and dared the chieftain to mortal combat, the
luminous black eyes flashed lightning, and the muscles on the
graceful limbs were knotted like iron. They were now in repose and
the eyes were as soft as those of a maiden.

When Deerfoot smiled it was rarely more than it faint, shadowy
expression, just sufficient to reveal the small, even, white teeth
and to add to the winsomeness of his expression.

The love of finery and display seems natural to every human being,