“Air they? Wal, that’s kind of them, only they needn’t have put themselves out o’ the way to get up so early on my account; I could ha’ waited.”
“Come.”
“Wal, I’m comin’; d’ye think I’m afraid, durn yur? D’ye think I’m afraid of you or all the warriors of your tribe, or of your chief, Wacora, either?”
“Wacora is not here.”
“Not here! Where is he?”
“I cannot answer the pale-face’s questions. I came to bring you before the council.”
“Wal, I’m ready to go afore the council.”
As they were about to emerge from the house, a sudden idea seemed to strike Carrol, and he stopped his conductors.
“Stay, friend, will you tell me one thing?”
“Speak!”