Will they follow to my lodge, to eat and sleep ?" No sooner was his voice heard, than the yell of pleasure, which burst from a dozen mouths, convinced the sagacious trapper, that he also was recognised.

Feeling that it was too late to retreat, he profited by the confusion which prevailed among them, while Weucha was explaining his character, to advance, until he was again face to face with the redoubtable Mahtoree.

The second interview between these two men, each of whom was extraordinary in his way, was marked by the usual caution of the frontiers.

They stood, for nearly a minute, examining each other without speaking.
"Where are your young men ?" sternly demanded the Teton chieftain, after he found that the immovable features of the trapper refused to betray any of their master's secrets, under his intimidating look.
"The Long-knives do not come in bands to trap the beaver?
I am alone." "Your head is white, but you have a forked tongue.

Mahtoree has been in your camp.