"Are you not the daughter of Two Trees, the white-haired major, and is he not the friend of Pontiac? Even now he dwells in the camp of my father."
"Do you mean my father, Major Hester?" cried the bewildered girl.
"Yes."
"But he can't be dwelling among the enemies of the English. You must be mistaken, Ah-mo."
"It is as I have said," replied the girl.
"Are you then taking us to him now?"
"No. It would not be safe. There are too many bad men even in the camps of the Ottawas, and my father would have the daughter of his friend removed from all harm."
"Where, then, are you going?"
"You soon will see."
And with this the white girl was forced to be content.