"That time Ta-wan-ne-ars did not miss, brother," he observed to me as I watched with fascinated horror the bloody neatness with which he dispatched his task.
"But why do you scalp your enemies, Ta-wan-ne-ars?" I answered. "Surely——"
"I am an Indian, not a white man."
"Yet you——"
"I have forgotten what the missionaries taught me," he replied impatiently. "All except what I think may be useful to my people."
Peter brought up his captive and tossed the man down in front of us.
"Oof, that was a goodt fight!" he commented placidly.
"Why a prisoner, Peter!" asked Ta-wan-ne-ars.
"We will ask him of der Doom Trail," returned Corlaer.
He jerked the man to his feet.