"Help Shawanoe up—maybe he den walk," and he reached out his hand toward the boy.
"I rather guess not," replied Wharton, with a faint smile and a meaning shake of his head; "if you can't rise to your feet you can stay there, for all I care."
"Help little bit," persisted the Shawanoe, making what seemed to be a futile effort, and sinking back with one hand still extended, as though he were a child.
"No, sir," replied the youth more emphatically, "I wouldn't trust you, Shawanoe."
"No speak lie—Blazing Arrow no double tongue."
"You have always had a double tongue; you have always spoken lies. Was it not you who tried to kill me when we were about to run a race?"
"Shawanoe drink fire-water—didn't know nuffin'."
"You knew enough to run off in the woods before my friends could punish you. Why have you chased me so far to-day?"
"Want to catch you," replied the warrior frankly, evidently perceiving that this was an occasion in which truth would serve better than falsehood.
"What hindered you from catching me?"