"And he lives! Did he wound my brother?"
I recounted briefly the circumstances of the duel at the Toison d'Or. He made no comment until I had finished.
"I am glad my brother spared him," he said then. "For Ta-wan-ne-ars has often prayed to Ha-wen-ne-yu, the Great Spirit, to give him the life of this man who lives as though he were one of the fiends of the Ga-go-sa.[[1]]
[[1]] False Faces.
"It is a bond between us that we have the same enemy. We did not need such a bond, Ormerod, but it is a proof that we were meant to be brothers."
At the next corner we met the bellman, trotting heavily.
"A citizen tells me he hath heard a horrid screech," he panted. "Do you know aught——"
"Yes," I told him. "I was attacked by a desperado named Bolling——"
"God save us, I knew there would be mischief with that villain in our midst!" interrupted the bellman.
"There would have been sore mischief done had not this Indian, who is visiting the governor, come to my aid," I rejoined.