"What name be?"
George gave it, whereupon his questioner took several whiffs of his pipe, nodded his head several times and grunted, as if to signify that he knew all about Mr. Burton.
"Come alone?"
"I came with my brother Will and Jack Gedney."
Again the Indian indulged in several whiffs, nods, and grunts.
It was quite clear that he was in a neighbourhood with which he was familiar.
"Where be they?"
"I do not know," was the truthful reply of the lad, who, all the same, would never say anything that could endanger his friends.
The eyes of his Wyandot questioner flashed, and without waiting to take any more puffs at his pipe, he added, in a louder voice--
"Tell me, or me kill you."