"The entire Seneca nation is here with Indian Butler and Brant." "Well, then, we'll turn your Butler into a turn-spit, and make of your wild Brant a domestic gander!" He spoke coolly, a slight smile on his eager, handsome features.

And I wondered how he could make a jest of this business, and how he could have permitted so mad a prank if he truly entertained any very deep regard for Lana Helmer.
"Danger," I repeated coldly.

"Yes, there is a-plenty of that hereabouts, what with the Seneca scalping parties combing the woods around us, and the cattle-guard fired upon in plain sight of headquarters." "Well, there were and still are some few scalping parties hanging around Otsego.

I myself see no real reason why the ladies should not pay us a visit here, have their frolic, and later return with the heavier artillery down the river to Easton.

Or, if they choose, they shall await our return from Catharines-town." "And if we do not return?
Have you thought of that, Boyd ?" "You shall not conjure me with any such forebodings!" he laughed.