"Me Indian—brave!"
"You are an Indian chief!"
"Me no chief!"
"Do you know me? I am chief here. Look around you—behold my warriors. They are all brave. They will conquer the enemy. If you will bring your warriors and fight with me, your hunting grounds will be safe, and your fathers' graves sacred. If these invading robbers should conquer us, you will lose your grounds; the graves of your sires will be polluted by their unholy touch, and you and your people made slaves! Will you fight with us?"
"Ugh!"
"What do you mean by that?" asked Price.
"Me ask chief."
"What is your name?"
"Red-wing."
"To what tribe do you belong?"