Abroad in the hills gathering roots and herbs for to-night's medicine. Wait for her.—We must go look to our fighting gear.
(He goes out in the direction of the campody.)
Pamaquash
(To Wacoba.) My bow case, is it finished?
Wacoba
And the bow inside it. See that you come not back to me nor to your young son until the bowstring is frayed asunder.
Pamaquash
If you do your work with the Chisera as well as we with Castac, you shall not need to question our bowstrings. (Going.)
Seegooche
Leave us to deal—though if she cannot help us in this matter, I do not know where we shall turn.