"Hugh!" cried the spokesman. "Does the young war-chief refuse a place under his roof to his friends?"
"We do not want any visitors to-night," replied the young man, firmly.
A chorus of angry cries arose, in the midst of which the Yankee sprung to the young man's side and whispered in his ear. He nodded gravely, and called out to the Shawnees to be silent. A hush fell upon them and he spoke again:
"I know that the Shawnees have come with malice in their hearts, and would have slain us if the gates had not been barred. Let them go back as they came, for if a single Shawnee is in sight when morning breaks, Willimack shall die."
"Would you slay the great chief of the Wyandots, the beloved of the Prophet?"
"Yes, and he deserves death a hundred times for his treachery."
"Willimack is the friend of the white man," replied the outside speaker.
"Yes, of the English," replied Seth.
"Dog of a Yengee!" shrieked a voice close at hand, "Willimack, chief of the Wyandots, laughs you to scorn."