“They come here, too.”
“What Washington?”
“The young Washington; the same we saw.”
“Wah!” grunted Scarouady. “What does he want?”
“He will talk with Tanacharison and then he goes to the French.”
“The Governor of Virginia sent one man to the French, and he grew afraid and ran home,” said Scarouady. “Now Assaragoa sends a boy. The French will laugh. The Mingo do not wish boys with speech belts; they wish men with big guns, to build a fort. But I will see this Washington again, and if it is worth while for Tanacharison to see him, we will send for Tanacharison.”
And—
“A boy with five men is very little,” agreed White Thunder. “Where is the company, to build the house we asked them to build?”
Washington and the others came at sunset, down the valley; and King Shingis was with them. The men set up a tent, while everybody watched curiously; but John Davidson inquired where Scarouady was, and he and Washington went to the lodge.