"Why not?"
"Why did the wild horse walk up and suffer Otetiani to mount him?"
"Because I did not fear him or have thought to harm him."
"Otetiani speaks always with a straight tongue," said the Seneca gravely. "There was no fear in my heart of the wolf brothers, nor did I think of harming them."
"But a wolf is not a horse!" I protested.
"True. But he is our brother. Did not Otetiani see me show them the Clan insignia on my chest?"
"My God!" I exclaimed. "One of us is mad!"
"Oof," remarked Corlaer, with his rare fluency. "Nobody is madt. But der white man does not know eferything. Dot is all. Andt now we make a goodt hut andt a fire—eh? It is coldt. Ja, I take this tree."