I saw that Pemaou was still well bound, and I had him carried into a hut to await my orders.
I went to Pierre's body. Singing Arrow still wailed beside it, and cried out that it should not be moved. I told her the soldiers would obey her orders, and carry it where she wished.
But there was a fourth matter. I spoke to Dubisson, and my tongue was furry and cold.
"See that watch is kept on the bags of scalps for European hair."
Then I went to the woods.
CHAPTER XXXI
THE UNDESERVED
There were birds in the woods, and soft breezes. Squirrels chattered at me, and I saw flowers. And sometimes I saw blood on trampled moss where fugitives had been before.
I called, and fired my arquebus. I whistled, for that sound carried far. Since that day the sound of a whistle is terrible to me. It means despair.
Soldiers, grave-faced, respectful, followed me.