"You are very cruel to joke with me."
"I do not joke, I only try to inspire you with courage. But, look, here are your guests coming to meet you, while your servants seem to me to be rather muddled and mixed," observed Samuel.
"It is the first time they have ever seen strangers."
"Then," said Samuel, laughing, "they will have a change today."
Three persons were advancing in the direction of the advancing troop. They were Bright-eye, Numank-Charake, the Huron chief, and Oliver.
They bowed ceremoniously to Clinton, who renewed the invitation given by Charbonneau; and then alighting, the wounded man was carried by Bright-eye and Oliver to the best bedroom, placed on the master's own couch, and at once attended to by one of the domestics, who knew something of medicine.
"What a disagreeable face!" murmured Oliver.
"He does not look pleasant," said Bright-eye.
"'Tis the face of a traitor," said the Indian chief, sententiously; "he should have been allowed to die."
"Hum!" cried Keen-hand; "There are others of my opinion."