After a time, Eye-of-the-Moon said gravely, getting to his feet: "Brother!" Armour looked up, then rose also.

The Indian bowed to him courteously, then sat down again.

Armour threw a leg over a corner of the table and waited.
"Brother," said the Indian presently, "you are of the great race that conquers us.

You come and take our land and our game, and we at last have to beg of you for food and shelter.

Then you take our daughters, and we know not where they go.