“Many?”
“I saw six.”
“What can six do?” said Bright Lightning. “You are in a great hurry about one man and five! The French have a thousand. Your Long Knives are fools.”
The hunter next met old Juskakaka or Green Grasshopper, the principal councillor; and almost ran into him.
“What is this?” growled Juskakaka. “You are half white and have no manners.”
“Washington is come.”
“Where is he?”
“At Dekanawida. I saw him.”
“With men?”