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Updated: June 19, 2025
And as Menard well knew, more than one brave of the Onondagas, who had known him both as friend and enemy, would shrink when the moment came to attack the Big Buffalo single-handed, even though taking him at a disadvantage. Now Tegakwita was hesitating, and struggling to keep his eyes from the thicket. "Yes, I will help you.
He suddenly raised, his eyes to Tegakwita, who stood opposite. "What have you done with the white brave?" he said in fierce, low tones. "What have you done with him?" Tegakwita raised one arm and swept it about in a quarter circle. "Ask the vultures that come when a man falls, ask the beasts that wait for everyone, ask the dogs of the village. They can tell you, not I."
Tegakwita's Onondaga brothers will not gather at the grave of a girl who has given up her nation for a white dog. But he can ask the Big Buffalo, who brought the white dog to our village, to come to the side of the grave." "Your memory is bad, Tegakwita. It was not I who brought the white brave. It was you who brought him, his two hands tied with thongs."
He heard the word of Tegakwita, that he would return before another sun. He has indeed been far. He has followed the track of the forest wolf that stole the child of the Onondagas. He has found the bold, the brave white warrior, who stole away in the night, robbing Tegakwita of what is dearer to him than the beating of his heart."
Menard's voice was full of contempt. "You need not fear. The Big Buffalo keeps his word." He tossed the hatchet over the grave, and stood unarmed. "Drop your knife." Tegakwita hesitated. Menard took a step forward, and the knife fell to the ground. "Come. We will work side by side." He was surprised at Tegakwita's slinking manner.
He hesitated between struggling for the hatchet and striking with the musket; before he had fully recovered and dropped the musket, Menard had leaped back and stood facing him with the hatchet in his right hand. "Now I will go with you to the city of the dead, Tegakwita." The Indian's breath was coming quickly, and he stood with clenched fists, taken aback by the Captain's quickness.
"Tegakwita has not slept for many suns." "Neither have I." The Indian started as a rustle came from the forest. Menard watched him curiously. The whole proceeding was too unusual to be easily understood.
He first escaped against my orders. The word I sent by your sister was a command to be patient. He went alone, my brother. He has gone forever from my camp. It cannot be that she " "The Big Buffalo speaks lies. Who came to cut the white brave's bonds? Who stole the hunting coat, the leggings of Tegakwita, that her lover might go free?
His manner, the suspicion that showed plainly in the nervous movements of his head, in every motion as he glided through thicket, glade, or strip of forest, told Menard that he had chosen well to take the second place. His fingers closed firmly about the handle of the hatchet. That he could throw at twenty paces to the centre of a sapling, no one knew better than Tegakwita.
The ill-concealed fright that came into the Indian's face and manner told Menard that he was not wide of the mark. He began to understand. Tegakwita wished to get him at work and off his guard, the rest would be simple.
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