"White brother heap brave man," went on the Indian. "Rain Cloud love a brave man."
"Never mind about my bravery. What do you want?"
"Rain Cloud has forty warriors under him, and forty more will soon arrive. Rain Cloud would save his white brother from being killed and scalped. Let the white trader and his friends go away from the post in peace, taking food with them, and the red men shall not touch them. Our white brothers can go to Fort Pitt."
"So you want me to surrender the post, with all that is in it, eh?"
"Our white brother can take food, and his guns."
"Supposing I don't care to surrender?"
"Rain Cloud would be sorry. How can three men hold out against so many Indians? My white brother had better think deeply ere he refuses to go."
"What makes Rain Cloud think that we have but three men here?"
"Rain Cloud has counted them and he knows."
"There were but a few men here yesterday morning. But we have more now, and Rain Cloud knows full well that they can shoot."