But this army will never start within the week." The Siwanois smiled to himself and smoked.

Then he passed the pipe to me.

I drew it twice, rendered it.
"Come," said I, "have you then news that we take the war-trail soon ?" "The war-trail is always open for those who seek it.

When my younger brother makes ready for a trail, does he summon it to come to him by magic, or does he seek it on his two legs ?" "Are you hoping to go out with the scout to-night ?" I asked.

"That would not do." "I go to-night with my brother Loskiel--to take the air," he said slyly.
"That may not be," I protested, disconcerted.