“What is your name?”
“The Hunter,” said Robert.
“You’re not all Indian. You have white boy’s hair.”
“My mother called the White Woman. But me Injun; Seneca. My father Tanacharison, Half-King. He chief of all the Mingo,” Robert asserted proudly. His father really was not Tanacharison. Tanacharison had only adopted him, but there was no use in saying that.
“Where does your mother live?”
“White Woman Creek, in Shawnee country. I live Logstown with Half-King. Learn to be warrior; then follow war trail.”
“Against the English?”
“No. English are brothers of the Mingo.”
“Are the French not brothers?”
“No,” said Robert the Hunter. “Do not want French.”