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"Liar of a conquered nation!" roared the Erie, "for every priest of Amochol who fell by Otsego under your cowardly butcher's knife, a Siwanois Sagamore shall burn three days, and yet live to die the fourth! The day that August dies, so shall the Sagamore die at the Festival of Dreams in Catharines-town!"
For the trail from Catharines-town is stopped by a Siwanois Sagamore and a Mohican warrior! It is closed by an Oneida Sachem who stand watching. When the Ghost Bear and the Were-Wolf watch, then the whole forest watches with them Loup, Blue Wolf, and Bear. Where, then, can the Forest Cats slink out? Where can the filthy Carcajou escape?" "Mayaro has spoken.
Not that I had not come to care a great deal for the Siwanois; indeed, I was gradually becoming conscious of a very genuine affection for this tall Mohican, who, in the calm confidence of our blood-brotherhood, was daily revealing his personality to me in a hundred naive and different ways, and with a simplicity that alternately touched and amused me.
But everybody officers, troops, batt-men looked curiously at our Siwanois Indian, who returned the compliment not at all, but with stately stride and expressionless visage moved straight ahead of him, as though he noticed nothing.
"There was a Sagamore," I said, "of the Siwanois, named Mayaro. We believe that Luther Kinnicut knows where this Sagamore is to be found. But how are we to first find Kinnicut?" "Sir," he said, "you must ask Major Lockwood that. I know not one Indian from the next, only that the savages hereabout are said to be favourable to our party." Clearly there was nothing more to learn from this man.
Now, I could not but notice how, from the beginning, this Siwanois had conducted, and how, when first we met, his eye and hand met mine. And ever since, also even when I was watching him so closely in my heart I really found it well-nigh impossible to doubt him. He spoke always to me in a manner very different to that of any Indian I had ever known.
Major Parr nodded, quietly offered his hand to the silent Siwanois, and, holding that warrior's sinewy fist in an iron grip that matched it, named him to Captain Simpson. Then, looking at me, he said slowly, in English: "Mayaro is a great chief among his people great in war, wise in council and debate.
She raised herself on her elbow, peering through the darkness toward the stream. "The Siwanois has been standing yonder by the stream watching us this full hour past. Let him mount sentry if he wishes." "You have a tree-cat's eyes," I said. "I see nothing." Then I rose and unbuckled my belt. Hatchet and knife dangled from it. I stooped and laid it beside her.
And you, blood-brother to a Siwanois, shall witness what I say." After a silence I said: "They must have passed Wyoming already. At this hour our little Lois may be secure under the guns of Easton. Do you not think so, Mayaro?" As he made no answer, I glanced around at him and found him staring fixedly at the trail below us. "What do you see on our back-trail?" I whispered.
"I do not intend to reconnoitre the ford until dawn," I whispered. "Let me go, Loskiel." "Alone?" "Secretly and alone. The Siwanois is a magic clan. Their Sagamores see and hear where others perceive nothing. Let me go, Loskiel." "Then I go, also." "No." "What of our blood-brotherhood, then?"
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