"If," continued the young man, "my brother knew that an attempt to punish the bad white man would bring ruin on the maiden and on me, would he be willing to destroy them too?" "Waqua will do no harm to his brother." "Waqua's heart and mine are one, and he has a wise head.
"It is a small thing," replied the Indian. "My brother would have killed the beast himself without Waqua's arrow; it only saved him a little trouble." "How modest is ever true merit, Master Arundel," said Winthrop, "and that is noticeable in both civilized and savage.
I saw no red cloth in thy lodge, and there was but little paint in thy pot, and I know where there is plenty." "My brother is an open hand, and will make Waqua's wigwam as gay as the breast of the Gues-ques-kes-cha." With these words, the Indian followed Arundel into the street, walking in his tracks, and the two pursued their way in the direction of one of the principal store-houses.