Then raising his hand above his head.
"Enough!" he said, in a loud voice.
"Enough!" the Count repeated, "respect the conquered."
That which the Sachem could not have obtained, in spite of the respect the Indians had for him, the Count obtained instantaneously, through the superstitious veneration he inspired them with; they stopped, and the carnage finally ceased; the Americans were disarmed in a second, and the Redskins remained masters of the fort.
Natah Otann then took his totem from the hands of the warrior who bore it, and, after swinging it several times in the air, hoisted it in the place of the American flag, in the midst of the frenzied shouts of the Indians, who, intoxicated with joy, could hardly yet believe in their victory.
White Buffalo had not lost a moment in assuring himself of the peaceful possession of a conquest which had cost the confederates so much blood and toil. When the Sachems had restored some little order among their warriors; when the fire, that threatened the destruction of the fort, had been extinguished; and all precautions taken against any renewal of the attack by the Americans—though that was very improbable—Natah Otann and White Buffalo withdrew to the apartment hitherto occupied by the Major, and the Count followed them.
"At length," the young Count exclaimed, with delight, "we have proved to these haughty Americans that they are not invincible."
"Your weakness caused their strength," White Buffalo replied. "You have made a good beginning, and now you must go on; it is not enough to conquer; you must know how to profit by that victory."
"Pardon my interrupting you, gentlemen," the Count said; "but I fancy the hour has arrived to settle our accounts."
"What do you mean, sir?" White Buffalo asked, haughtily.