“No matter. He did think it. He was foolish, I admit; but——”
“Much fool!”
“Yes—but not much bad. He’s a good man at heart. He’s very sorry. It was a mistake. You will tell them this?”
“Yes—me tell um. But no good. The brave, Strong Arm, is dead. See?”
The chief pointed to the corpse, which still lay unsheltered and watched by the faithful widow.
“Was that his name?”
“Yes. But he no strong now. A-a-a-a-h!”
Something like a wail escaped from the chieftain’s lips, and he shook his head angrily.
“But you will tell them?”
“Yes.”