"Pontiac is still as powerful as ever," continued White Buffalo. "It has reached White Buffalo's ears that he has called a special council, whereat the red men for many miles around can tell of the wrongs which have been done them. When they meet, Pontiac will fill them with words of fire and of blood, and the war-hatchet will be dug up once more."
"Our soldiers ought to stop that pow-wowing," said Rodney. "It seems to me it is time somebody put his foot down heavily."
"The whole trouble is, that it costs money to carry on a war against anybody," said the old frontiersman. "The Colonies are poor, and England is carrying a whopping big debt. I heard 'em talkin' about it over to Greenway Court."
"Were you there?" cried Dave.
"Yes, an' saw a lot o' your old friend, includin' the Washingtons," was the frontiersman's reply. "They sent their regards to you."
"I'd love to visit the Court," murmured Dave.
The young hunter had had one sleeve of his hunting jacket ripped open by the bear, but had suffered no serious bruises, for which he was thankful. It was decided to haul the dead bear from the hollow and then place him on a drag made of a tree bough, and all hands would help in dragging him to the Morris homestead.
"He ain't goin' to be no easy load," was Barringford's comment.
"Better a heavy load of game than no game at all," said White Buffalo, sagely.
"Remember, we have that deer too," put in Rodney. "We'll have to put him on top of the bear."