"Running Water is a chief," the redskin replied emphatically; "he will not lie to save his life."
"Good. I know the principles of you Indians, and that when you believe yourself at death's door you seem to forget your system of dissimulation, so explain yourself. I shall put faith in your words whatever you may say."
"Let my brother listen. He was attacked two nights ago by the redskins."
"True, chief. It would be droll had you been among the Indians who attacked us."
"Running Water was there, but was ignorant of my brother's presence. He only attacked the Yoris."
"What you say seems to me tolerably probable. Still, White Crow came to my camp and I had a rather long interview with him."
"My brother's words are true, but at that time the attack was resolved on."
"In that case, I have nothing more to say. It was all right, for war has its laws. Still, listen to me, chief, your words have caused me to reflect."
"Ah!" the Indian said bitterly, "Has the paleface changed his opinion now?"
"Not positively, chief. Still, I confess frankly to you that, after the avowal you have made, I feel a certain repulsion to joining my fortunes to yours."