"No, they wished first to consult my brother."
"Wah! On what subject?"
"My brother will listen. The Palefaces on the other side of the Meche-chebe dug up the war hatchet against each other some moons ago, as my brother is aware."
"I know it, Chief and so do you. But how does it concern us? A quarrel among the whites cannot affect us in any way. So long as they do not invade our hunting grounds, do not steal our horses or burn our villages, we can only congratulate ourselves at seeing them destroy each other."
"My brother speaks like a wise man; the Sachems are of the same opinion."
"Good; I cannot understand, then, what reason can have determined the Chiefs to discuss such a subject."
"Wah! My brother can speedily understand if he will listen."
"Chief, you Redskins have an unhappy knack of wrapping up your thoughts in so many words, that it is impossible to guess the point you are aiming at."
Black-deer broke into that silent laugh peculiar to Indians.
"My brother knows how to discover a trail better than anyone," he said.