Yes, and thee may be very sure that we have not much to be in fear of when I tell thee ... prepare thyself George ... that hardly a day goes over without my seeing some one or two of thy tribe, or of the Iroquois.
What! cried the preacher, leaping out of the chair and looking up at the roof ... there may be somebody there now.
Not up there George....
Where then?
It would be no easy matter for me to say: for whoever it is, he will not appear till thee is gone ... why, what’s thee afraid of? ... and then he will open the door as thee did, and walk in. Thee may put up thy knife George, and lay down thy staff ... they’ll never cross thy path, nor harm a hair of thy head....
How can I be sure of that?
By believing what I say to thee.
I know the savages better than you do, my dear friend.
I have my doubts, George. They never harmed a visiter of mine yet, neither going or coming; and I have had not a few of their mortal foes under my roof while they were lying within bow-shot of the door. Be assured of what I say ... thee has nothing to fear....
Would we let thee come, George, if it wasn’t very safe? asked Elizabeth.