"Stop thyer!" said he, when the Indian had come within twenty feet of the house; and, at the same time, he elevated his pistol to enforce obedience to his order.
"Me talk," said the messenger.
"Well! what ye got to say?" asked Ethan.
"You got Wahena—little Wahena."
"Yes, sir!" replied Ethan, with emphasis. "I've got him, and I mean to keep him."
"No keep! We want Wahena," continued the messenger.
"No git him," added Ethan, who was inclined to be facetious at times, especially when the advantage was on his side.
"Lean Bear's son. Big Lean Bear—little Wahena."
"You can't hev him, nohow," said Ethan, decidedly.
"Me get Wahena—you go 'way—no kill, no hurt."