"I don't know, father. I would die for that man."
"Did Main-Pogue not tell you?"
"He told me 'twas a white captain saved him. Is the white captain here?"
"No. Waubeno, listen. That white captain was Lincoln."
"Lincoln? Whose father's father the red man killed? Was it he who saved Main-Pogue? Lincoln? He forced his men to do right. He did himself harm."
"Yes, he did himself harm to do right. Waubeno, do you remember your promise that you made to me? You said that you would never avenge the death of your father, if you could find one white man who would do himself harm for the sake of an Indian."
Waubeno leaped upon his feet, and his black eye swept the clouds, and the circle of fire, and the distressed people on every hand.
"Father, I can save you now. I know how. I will do it for Lincoln's sake.
"Ho! ho!" he cried. "Kill me an ox, and Waubeno will save you. Kill me six oxen, and Waubeno will save you. Give me raw hides, and do as I do, and Waubeno will save you. Ho! ho! The gods have spoken to Waubeno. A voice comes from the sky to Waubeno. It has spoken here. Ho! ho!"
He put his hand upon his heart, then rushed in among the oxen. A company of men followed him.