"You lie. I know the ground and the men; I can see the smoke of the guns; they've got a good cover, have killed many of your people, and will hold their own."
Finding that he could not deceive the frontiersman in this way, the savage changed his ground. "S'pose good many Indians keep your warriors good while: we take the fort soon, then we kill squaw, pappoose, all, every one, burn some. S'pose you give up, no hurt you."
"We can kill a good many of you before you can take this fort, and if we give up you'll kill all the same when you get us: so be off with you," grasping his rifle.
"Indian no hurt you," persisted the savage.
"What will you do with us?"
"Let you go to the Susquehanna. You no belong here: this Delawares' land."
"Will you let us take our cattle and mules and goods and arms?"
"Every thing."
"You told the people at Fort Granville if they would surrender you wouldn't hurt 'em; and then you roasted the man who opened the gate to you, butchered and scalped all but one, and would have killed him if you could."
"We killed them because they killed a good many of our people: you no kill us, we no kill you."