"What is that you say? are there other Indians beside your own, about?"
"The hills are dark with 'Crows,' who stand ready at the sound of the war-whoop, to sweep down on my brothers, drink their blood, and steal their goods."
"Perhaps it is not so easily accomplished," said Howe, "you know we are no cowards, to give our lives and property without striking a blow to save them."
"My brothers are a handful, the Crows cover the hills; but my warriors, though but few, are brave and will fight for their white brothers."
"If things are as bad as you represent, this is very kind of you; but, how are we to know that the 'Crows' are around in large numbers to attack us?"
"The tongue of Whirlwind is not forked; he cannot lie;" returned the Indian proudly.
"I know it, Whirlwind, I know you are true, as well as brave. The danger forced the thought, though I really did not doubt your truth for a moment. I will take your advice, Whirlwind. What is the most effectual mode of protecting ourselves?"
"My white brothers will guard their camp, and should the Crows press us too hard, help to repel them," said the Indian, and by his tone, he evidently had not forgotten the suspicion cast upon his veracity.
"You do not intend to stand the brunt of the fight, do you?" said Howe. "No, Whirlwind, I can't allow that."
"The braves of the Arapahoes have, for many moons longed to meet the 'Crows' in battle; now, surely, my white brother will not go between them."