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"My course is clear," answered the wounded man, opening his eyes with a bright, cheerful look. "I cannot move. Here God has placed me, and here I must remain till till I get well. All the action must be on your part, Whitewing, and that of your friends. But I shall not be idle or useless as long as life and breath are left to enable me to pray."
"I will go," said Whitewing, on hearing this; "and my horse is ready." He wasted no more time with words, but ran towards the hollow where his steed had been hobbled, that is, the two front legs tied together so as to admit of moderate freedom without the risk of desertion.
"I say, Whitewing," whispered Tim, touching the chief with his elbow, and glancing at the young woman with approval for Tim, who was an affectionate fellow and anxious about his friend's welfare, rejoiced to observe that the girl was obedient and prompt as well as pretty "I say, is that her?" Whitewing looked with a puzzled expression at his friend.
The old man paused for breath, for the recent fight had taken a good deal out of him, and the assembled warriors exclaimed "Waugh!" by which they meant to express entire approval of his sentiments. "Now it is my counsel," he continued, "that as we have been saved by Whitewing, we should all shut our mouths, and hear what Whitewing has got to say."
My wise chief Whitewing, and his friend Leetil Tim whose heart is big, and whose voice is bigger, and whose scalping-knife is biggest of all have come to our rescue alone. Whitewing tells me there is no one at their backs.
"My white father's hopes and desires are good," said Whitewing, after another long pause, during which the missionary closed his eyes, and appeared to be resting, and Tim and his son looked gravely at each other, for that rest seemed to them strongly to resemble death. "And now what does my father propose to do?"
He seems to have a wonderful grip o' these things himself, an' many a long palaver he has wi' my daddy about 'em. Whitewing does little else, in fact but go about among his people far an' near tellin' them about their lost condition and the Saviour of sinners.
"It's not a bad style o' fightin'," remarked Little Tim to his friend as they rode away; "lots o' fun and fuss without much damage. Pity we can't do all our fightin' in that fashion." "Waugh!" exclaimed Whitewing; but as he never explained what he meant by "waugh," we must leave it to conjecture.
"Then it is well that my brother did not know." To this the trapper merely replied, "Humph!" After a few minutes he resumed in a more confidential tone "But I say, Whitewing, has it niver entered into your head to take to yourself a wife? A man's always the better of havin' a female companion to consult with an' talk over things, you know, as well as to make his moccasins and leggin's."
"The children of the prairie think that wisdom lies in silence," answered Whitewing gravely. "They leave it to their women and white brothers to chatter out all their minds." "Humph! The children o' the prairie ain't complimentary to their white brothers," returned the trapper. "Mayhap yer right. Some of us do talk a leetle too much. It's a way we've got o' lettin' off the steam.
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