"Murray," I said, "you seem not to understand that honest men and women want nothing of your bloody, ill-gotten money. I know that Mistress Marjory will uphold me in this. All we ask of you is that you should disappear, erase yourself."
He flushed, but had himself in hand immediately.
"You have insulted me more than enough, sir," he said with dignity. "Let us end this interview. Are you prepared to go outside the stockade and secure consent to the terms we have discussed, giving your word of honor to return here afterwards?"
I bowed.
"I will do so, but first permit me to acquaint my companions."
And as rapidly as I could I informed the Senecas of the upshot of our talk. All heard it with relief, save Ta-wan-ne-ars. His sombre eyes looked through and beyond me.
"My Lost Soul!" was his response. "I must seek my Lost Soul, brother!"
"In time," I assured him gently. "Do you bide here and await me, and presently you shall go hence and seek her if you wish."