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What care I for this Frenchman, that I should risk my life to save him? I pledge myself only to Major Wayland's son; and even if I aid you, it is on condition that you go alone." "Alone, say you?" and I rested my hand on Mademoiselle's shoulder. "I would die here, Sau-ga-nash, and by torture, before I would consent to go one step without this girl."
"'T is the only chance; for my sake, do not anger him." What plan her quick wit may have engendered, I did not know; but I yielded to the entreaty in her pleading eyes, and sullenly muttered the first conscious lie of my life. "I accept your terms, Sau-ga-nash, harsh as they are." He looked from one to the other of us, his face dark with distrust and doubt.
Gomo moved forward with Indian dignity, and exchanged solemn greeting with the new-comer. "It makes the hearts of the Pottawattomies light to hear the words of Sau-ga-nash," he said gravely. Then he turned and waved his hand to his clustered warriors. "Release the Frenchman, and place him for safety in the council lodge. Pass the woman free. It is the will of our chiefs." The council lodge!
Near him were two or three log cabins occupied by Robinson, the Pottowattamie chief, and some of his wife's connexions. Billy Caldwell, the Sau-ga-nash, too, resided here occasionally, with his wife, who was a daughter of Nee-scot-nee-meg, one of the most famous chiefs of the nation.
"A man. Who are you?" "A man like yourself. But tell me who you are," meaning, Tell me your disposition, and which side you are for. "I am a Sau-ga-nash!" "Then make all speed to the house your friend is in danger, and you alone can save him." Billy Caldwell for it was he, entered the parlor with a calm step, and without a trace of agitation in his manner.
Lieutenant Foster had left us early in the morning, feeling it necessary to rejoin his command, and now, having seen us ready to set off, with a serene sky above us, and all things "right and tight" for the journey, our friend the Sau-ga-nash took leave of us, and retraced his steps towards Chicago.
"Sau-ga-nash"? surely it was neither more nor less than a Wyandot expression signifying "Englishman." That broad face was not wholly Indian; could this be the half-breed chief of whom I had so often heard? 'Twas worth the chance to learn. "You are Sau-ga-nash?" I asked, slowly, Toinette still clinging to me, her face over her shoulder to front the silent savage. "A chief of the Wyandots?"
"That which you picture has not left my memory," he answered gravely. "Nor the pledge you gave to that white captain when he brought you safely to Detroit?" I queried, eagerly. "Nor the pledge. But what has all this to do here?" "Only, Sau-ga-nash, that I am Major David Wayland's son."
He was bound to a tree beside the river bank and condemned to torture; when the leader of the rangers, a man with a gray beard, stood before him rifle in hand, and swore to kill the first white man who put flint and steel to the wood. Recall you this, Sau-ga-nash?" The stolid face of the listening savage changed, the expression of revengeful hostility merging into one of undisguised amazement.
This seemed very likely, for there could hardly be two such boats at hand, where the Indian water-craft were slender, fragile canoes, poorly fitted for serious battle with lake waves. Doubtless this was the only vessel Sau-ga-nash could find suitable for the venture, or he would never have chosen it for the use of a single man, as it was of a size to require the services of several paddles.
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