"There will be two words to that bargain," said Dudley. "I trow it will take more than one Powah to make me believe such a story."
"It is the inspiration of the devil, who is ever the father of lies," observed Endicott. "Go to, with nonsense like this, but I do admire the brave bearing of the savage."
"Yet is it an unfortunate belief to prevail among the natives," said Master Bradstreet. "If extensively entertained, it may be fraught with great peril."
"A cunning invention of the Powahs, no doubt, to sustain the fainting courage of their deluded followers," said Sir Richard.
"Give me three hundred stout and well-armed fellows, trusting in the Lord, and careful to keep their powder dry and bullets ready, and I will so take the conceit out of their red-skins, from the Kennebec to the mouth of the Connecticut, that they will never tell this story again," said Endicott.
"Ask him," proceeded Winthrop, "if this Sir Christopher Gardiner is his friend."
"Soog-u-gest is my brother," answered the Sagamore.
"Does he know the occasions of Soog-u-gest's frequent absences from home?"
"He hunted sometimes with Sassacus," was the answer.
"And what knows he of the woman?"