There was a great commotion, and every one pressed still nearer to catch his words, entirely forgetting their recent fears, while the confused old Medicine muttered mysteriously:
"I knew there was some great danger coming, from the black circles around the moon, and the rattling of the bones of the dead in their coffins."
"Wal, ef yer did, yer took good keer ter keep it ter yerself, old fuss and snake-skins and feathers."
"Let Beaver Tail go on," commanded the chief.
"And I'll make short work on it, too. The pale-face whom yer trusted an' treated as a brother, are the blackest kind of a traitor."
"Ugh!"
"He has bin stealin' away, an' has got a great lot of warriors hidden within a few miles, and they intend ter come an' butcher ye all—men an' wimin an' children—jist on ercount of his lies."
"How do you know this?"
"Wal, I found it out; an' ter show I war yer friend, I scouted around and found whar they am encamped, and got ther best of ther white-skinned devil, and have him jist as safe as yer ever did a wolf in a trap loaded with stones."
"Where is he?"