“It is always at your service, uncle.”
“I am sure of it. If Oluski thought otherwise he would be unhappy. Your cousin, Sansuta,” addressing his daughter, “came to see you as much as to bear me company. You should thank him for it.”
“I do.”
“Wacora is thanked already in the smile of welcome that met him in Sansuta’s eyes.”
The young girl blushed at the delicate compliment, and, going out, left the two chiefs together.
“You tell me, Wacora, that the affairs of your tribe are prosperous, and that there is peace and harmony in your council chamber?”
“Yes, uncle, the same as in my father’s lifetime.”
“That is well, for without that there is no real strength. So it is with us.”
“You have told me nothing of the pale-faces at Tampa Bay.”
“They are our firm friends still. In spite of your fears, Wacora, to the contrary, Rody and the colonists are true to their promises.”