"'Natawara made a trip of three months beside the running brook that leads to the big water.'
"'Is there one, even more than one, who thinks of Natawara as a coward?' the chief cried.
"But none, of course, answered. Side glances were exchanged. So the news had come to the Great Chief.
"'No coward is my brother,' Black Fox replied. 'None dare so say, for my arm would gain double its strength if I heard aught of it.'
"'Speak thou for thyself. Cannot Natawara make his own fights, answer insults himself?'
"'His is a great spirit; to him such taunts are but water even on a duck's back. He loves not combat—rather he would voyage everywhere; but none here holds his strength, none his true courage.'
"Black Fox's eyes flashed. He made a picture that brought fire to his father's eyes.
"'So I would have you, my son, speak—even so. But Natawara is my son, too. Soon I shall join the Great Spirit and if he is to be chief, he must be like the great chiefs before him. He must not own the soul of a squaw.'
"Then after three moons, even as Black Eagle waited, his rage still with him, came Natawara home. There came with him a tamed fox, following as does a dog.
"'I have brought him to my brother who bears his name.'