And presently his steady gaze began to disturb me.
"Does my brother the Sagamore believe he has seen me somewhere heretofore ?" I asked, smilingly.

"Perhaps it may have been so--at Johnson Hall--or at Guy Park, perhaps, where came many chiefs and sachems and Sagamores in the great days of the great Sir William--the days that are no more, O Sagamore!" And: "My brother's given name ?" inquired the savage bluntly.
"Euan--Euan Loskiel, once of the family of Guy Johnson, but now, for these three long battle years, officer in Colonel Morgan's regiment," I said.

"Has the wise Sagamore ever seen me before this moment ?" The savage's eyes wavered, then sought the floor.
"Mayaro has forgotten," he replied very quietly, using the Delaware phrase--a tongue of which I scarcely understood a word.

But I knew he had seen me somewhere, and preferred not to admit it.

Indian caution, thought I, and I said: "Is my brother Siwanois or Mohican ?" A cunning expression came into his features: "If a Siwanois marries a Mohican woman, of what nation are the children, my new brother, Loskiel ?" "Mohican," I said in surprise,--"or so it is among the Iroquois," and the next moment could have bitten off my tongue for vexation that I should have so clumsily reminded a Sagamore of a subject nation of his servitude, by assuming that the Lenni-Lenape had conformed even to the racial customs of their conquerors.
The hot flush now staining my face did not escape him, and what he thought of my stupid answer to him or of my embarrassment, I did not know.