I wish that I might live." "You will live! You must live!" "Aye, 'must' and 'will' are twins of different complexions, Loskiel....
Yet, if I live, I shall live decently and honestly hereafter in the sight of God and--Lana Helmer." We said nothing more.

About ten o'clock Boyd rose and went away all alone.

Half an hour later he came back, followed by some score and more of men, a dozen of our own battalion, half a dozen musket-men of the 4th Pennsylvania Regiment, three others, two Indians, Hanierri, the headquarters Oneida guide, and Yoiakim, a Stockbridge.
"Volunteers," he said, looking sideways at me.

"I know how to take Amochol; but I must take him in my own manner." I ventured to remind him of the General's instructions that we find the Chinisee Castle and report at sunrise.
"Damn it, I know it," he retorted impatiently, "but I have my own plans; and the General will bear me out when I fling Amochol's scalp at his feet." The Grey-Feather drew me aside and said in a low, earnest voice: "We are too many to surprise Amochol.

Before Wyoming, with only three others I went to Thenondiago, the Castle of the Three Clans--The Bear, The Wolf, and The Turtle--and there we took and slew Skull-Face, brother of Amochol, and wounded Telenemut, the husband of Catrine Montour.