"Then you are old Gray Eagle, are you? Are you alone?"
"Gray Eagle all alone. Kill him if you want."
"Well, I don't know as I want to; scalping broken-legged Indians is not my business, just now. But, I'll tell you what I will do! If you will agree not to make war upon the whites again, but let them hunt and trap in these hills when they please, I will go for Snowdrop, and I will not return until I bring her and Red Pine's scalp! What do you say?"
"Gray Eagle will promise!"
"But your promise is not worth shucks unless you swear to it."
"Gray Eagle will swear!"
"Swear by the Great Spirit?"
"Yes."
"Swear by your knife and your tomahawk, and your horse?—even if he is dead he is good enough to swear by."
"Yes, I swear by all these that I will be a friend to the pale-faces as long as I live if Snowdrop is saved."