"Perhaps I'm not in such a bad fix as you imagine."
"Ve haf many Indians here, and I am here vid some of my best hunters. If ve break in ze post, you can do nothing."
"We can fight."
"Bah! Ve are five to one. Bettaire listen to vat I say—if you vant to save your life."
"What have you got to say?"
"You march avay an' ve shall not touch you, not a hair of your head shall be harmed, I pledge my honaire."
"Your honor doesn't amount to a bag of sand," murmured James Morris.
"Jean Bevoir speaks the trut. Vill you go or vill you be butchered by ze Indians?"
"I'll talk it over with the others," said James Morris.
He felt that he owed it to his companions to consult them, since it might be a matter of life or death to them. There was not alone the danger of being shot down, but the still greater horror of being captured alive and tortured by the red men.