He had only a small skin wound about his body, though the night was cool and chilly.
Quickly he rode and at last reached the wigwam of the chief.
Then he leaped lightly to the ground and began talking in great excitement.
He had been riding hard for many hours and was tired and worn.
But he carried an important message, and must lose no time in giving it. He said, “Chief, the enemy is upon my people. My father, the chief of his tribe, sent me to ask for your aid.
“Our tribe is not strong enough to ward off the attack of the enemy.
“I fear that the enemy has already burned our village and destroyed our crops.”
The Indians at a signal from their chief collected about him.
They decided to go at once to the aid of this friendly tribe.
It did not take them long to get their war clubs and tomahawks. They were always ready for battle.