"It is I," the Grand Chief answered. "Where is the young man?"
"Here," replied Germain, stepping forward with a sangfroid which pleased his father. He faced the powerful Indian.
Atotarho shook his tomahawk towards the ceiling, uttered a piercing war-whoop, and commenced to execute the war-dance, chanting this song in his native Six-Nation tongue—
"Our forefathers made the rule and said: 'Here they are to kindle a fire; here at the edge of the woods.'"
One of the chiefs drummed on a small tom-tom. The chant continued—
"Show me the man!
"Hail, my grandsires; now hearken while your grand-children cry unto you, you who established the Great League. Come back, ye warriors, and help us.
"Come back, ye warriors, and sit about our Council. Lend us your magic tomahawks. Lend us your arrows of flint. Lend us your knives of jade. I am the Great Chief, but ye are greater chiefs than I.
"Of old time the nations wandered and warred.
"Ye were wonderful who established the Great Peace.