“The Ohio?”
“Yes. What you do here?”
“We make lands,” said the young captain.
“Injun lands?”
“No. English lands.”
“You walk heap ’round?” For that had been the way: to take as much land as one could walk around in a day, and the Indians had lost much land because the white men had cleared a path beforehand and had sent their fastest walkers.
“No,” the young chief answered. “We measure with a steel rope and spy-glass. I am a surveyor.”
“Humph!” said White Thunder. “Pretty soon mebbe you come with spy-glass to make English lands of Injun lands other side mountains.”
“That too is the country of the great king across the water,” answered the young captain. And he asked of Robert, very gravely: “You are Indian?”
“His father Injun, he Injun,” said White Thunder. “Some day he great warrior.”