"Why, then, has my son allied himself with the enemies of his nation to fight the friends of his father, the sachem?"
The chief let his head fall in confusion.
"Why, without consulting the man who has ever aided and supported him by his counsel, has he undertaken an unjust war?"
"An unjust war?" the chief remarked with a certain degree of animation.
"Yes, as it is carried on in concert with the enemies of our nation."
"The Apaches are redskins."
"The Apaches are cowardly and thievish dogs, whose deceitful tongues I will pluck out."
"But the palefaces are the enemies of the Indians."
"Those whom my son attacked last night are not Yoris; they are the friends of Eagle-head."
"My father will pardon the warrior: he did not know it."