Mayaro is a Sagamore and his clan are Sachems; and the clan was old--old--old, O little brother, before their Hiawatha came to them and made their League for them, and returned again to The Master of Life in his silver cloud-canoe! "And I say to you, O my blood-brother, that between this sorcerer and me is now a war such as no Mohican ever waged and no man living, white or red, has ever seen.

His magic will I fight with magic; his knife and hatchet shall be turned on mine! And I shall deceive and trick and mock him--him and his Erie Cats, till one by one their scalps shall swing above a clean Mohican fire.

O Loskiel, my brother, and my other self, a warrior and a Sagamore has spoken.

Go, now, to your evening tryst in peace and leave me.

For in my ears the Seven Chiefs are whispering--The Thunderers.