"Damn him," I muttered angrily. "I'll teach him——"
"No!"
The Mohican's iron grip held me in my place.
"The Night-Hawk understands. Let the Wyandotte remain unrebuked and undisturbed while I creep down to yonder ford."
"I do not intend to reconnoitre the ford until dawn," I whispered.
"Let me go, Loskiel."
"Alone?"
"Secretly and alone. The Siwanois is a magic clan. Their Sagamores see and hear where others perceive nothing. Let me go, Loskiel."
"Then I go, also."
"No."