when the pipe of peace is smoked. I have said. What
message shall we take back to the great chief of the
Pale-faces?"
[Footnote *: The Indian name for God.]
San-it-sa-rish was evidently mollified.
"The hunting-field is not the council tent," he said.
"The Pale-faces will go with us to our village."
Of course Joe was too glad to agree to this proposal,
but he now deemed it politic to display a little firmness.
"We cannot go till our rifle is restored. It will not