“Tell them that the white man thought he was defending his life?”
“Yes—him fool!”
“You need not say that. You will speak for me. You will use my tongue. Do you understand?”
“Yes. My white brother is right.”
“Tell them that the white man’s God is the same as the red man’s Great Spirit—that He is up there looking down on all of us now.”
Running Water looked up to the sky, and bowed his head reverently.
“Yes,” he said. “Manitou there. Running Water hear Him thunder—Running Water see His fire in the sky many times. But he not think Manitou was the white man’s God.”
“There is but one God,” replied Cody. “He has ‘made of one blood all the nations of men.’”
“It may be so.”
“Will you tell them all this for me?”