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Being such, however, it failed of its purpose, for the chieftain ignored it. Perhaps he did not think it worth the trouble to tell the youths they were welcome; that was to be assumed from the hospitality already shown them. "Taggarak has heard of a wonderful warrior who came from the land of the rising sun. Where is he?"
"What do you suppose he is doing that for?" whispered Victor, peeping around the corner of the rock. "I'm blessed if I know. He is trimming off the twigs, so as to make the stick smooth." "Do you suppose he saw us?" "He couldn't. He has mighty sharp eyes, but he had no chance to look anywhere except in the face of Taggarak, and we haven't shown ourselves since he left."
Taggarak has spoken, and my sons may go. They will not forget the words of Taggarak." The words of Taggarak the war chief weighed heavily upon George and Victor Shelton, for nothing was more certain to them than that trouble for Deerfoot was near. He could not be frightened into any attempt to hide his light under a bushel, or to deny the faith that was woven into the very fibre of his being.
But they would remain true warriors and maintain the prestige of their tribe as among the most aggressive in the Northwest. Still Taggarak swept a number with him.
He told them of his visit to his father and mother, whose hearts were made as glad as his own, after their long separation; of his call on the father and mother of the companion whose body lay at rest many hundreds of miles away in the East, and of the comforting assurance that was now his that nothing was to be feared from the resentment of Chief Taggarak.
When at last the Shawanoe emerged like a shadow from the lodge of the chief he did not go to his own home. Instead, he turned off, passed swiftly across the open space that had been the scene of so many contests and games, entered the hilly section and did not pause until he came to the place where he and Taggarak had fought several days before. Deerfoot had left his rifle at home and was alone.
Lots of things. We can hunt and fish, play games with the youngsters, learn to tramp on snowshoes when winter is fairly here, and, if Taggarak goes off on any raids, we ought to be able to make a full man apiece." George looked into the face of his brother to see if he was in earnest. "Do you mean that, Victor?" "I certainly do. Why not?"
"When the chief learns that Taggarak Junior and we have become friends, and he sees the beads around the neck of his boy, will he not be pleased and feel kindly toward us, who gave him the little present?" Mul-tal-la was thoughtful for a minute before replying. "The war chief is a man of strange moods.
"Deerfoot has told me things from the good book which he carries with him, and he said there was One who used to do some things so strange that they were called miracles." "Yes, He did many of them." "Then Deerfoot did a miracle if he overthrew Taggarak without the help of any weapon." "No," modestly replied the Shawanoe, "there was no miracle.
Determined that Mul-tal-la should parry no longer, the Shawanoe forced him to a direct answer. "Why does my brother think Taggarak wishes to fight him?" The reply was astonishing: "The squaw of Taggarak is seeking to learn of the God that she has been told is known to the Shawanoe. She does not sleep because of her heaviness of mind." "Does Taggarak know of this?" asked the surprised Deerfoot.
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