“Give them to us, Langlade,” they begged. “Let them go back without eyes and tongues, and tell what they have seen.”
Langlade held up his hand. His was a famous name, too; for he was half Ottawa, and was a French Ranger captain, and had led the Indians who had wiped out Pickawillanie of the Miamis and had eaten old Chief Britain.
“Wait, brothers!” he bade. “Would you harm boys who come in boldly? What have we to fear?” And he smiled upon Robert. “Tell me why you came and you shall be safe,” he said. “I am Captain Langlade. Who sent you?”
“Nobody sent us. We saw you from the woods and we came down,” answered the Hunter.
“Is Tanacharison your father?”
“Feather Eagle, Delaware, my father; my mother the White Woman,” answered the Hunter. “I live with Tanacharison, but I am American.”
“Where is Tanacharison, that he does not come in too, to his friends from Onontio?”
“Tanacharison is sick. He goes to Aukwick.”
“You know that red-coat captain, who spoke to you?”