The Indians stood still as statues.
They made no movement to lessen the distance between themselves and the white men.
At length Elias Rody and Oluski stood face to face.
A close observer might have detected signs of fear in the governor’s countenance.
Despite his assumed boldness of bearing, he found it hard to look into the face of the man he had so cruelly wronged.
It was he, however, who first broke the silence so painful to himself.
“What does Oluski wish to say to me?”
“What is the meaning of this?” asked the chief, pointing to the mansion as he spoke.
“That is my new residence.”
“By what right have you built it on this ground?”