“To the French.”
“Yes.”
“Where do you go now?”
“I go with Washington,” Robert explained proudly. “I am a Washington man and go with him to the Washington Americans.”
“Tell me,” Scarouady bade. “I will listen.”
When the Hunter had finished, Scarouady nodded gravely.
“Wah! You have done well. I see that Washington is a travelling buffalo, whom nothing stops. His name truly is Connotaucarius, the Eater of Land. The Great Spirit protects him so that he may lead the Long Knife Americans upon the war trail. It is time that the great house with guns and goods be built at the Forks of the Ohio, for the French will come soon. You tell Washington that when he marches against the French, Scarouady will bring warriors and help. Goodby.”
“You are going?” asked the Hunter.
“We stay tonight at Queen Allaquippa’s town. Tomorrow I will talk with Tanacharison at Logstown and learn what he knows.”
“Where have you been, Scarouady?”