[[6]] Hanging Flower.
Corlaer seemed to ponder momentarily.
"I haf been many years with der Indians, gofenor; but nefer didt I see redt people lofe as we do. They know not what passion is. But Ta-wan-ne-ars was different. If he learnedt nothing else from her missionaries he learnedt to lofe der white man's way."
"'Tis a sad story," commented the governor. "Is it certain de Veulle took her?"
"He didt not take her. She ran away with him."
"The chief will not attempt to take revenge here?"
Corlaer smiled.
"He will wait many years, if he must, to refenge himself in his own way."
"I wonder what became of her," I said. "'Tis only some three years since de Veulle appeared in Paris."
Corlaer shrugged his shoulders.