CHAPTER XXVI.
I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are.
-- But I have that honourable Grief lodged here, which burns worse than Tears drown -- Shakspeare.
When within twenty feet of the prisoners, the Tetons stopped, and their leader made a sign to the old man to draw nigh.

The trapper obeyed, quitting the young Pawnee with a significant look, which was received, as it was meant, for an additional pledge that he would never forget his promise.

So soon as Mahtoree found that the other had stopped within reach of him, he stretched forth his arm, and laying a hand upon the shoulder of the attentive old man, he stood regarding him, a minute, with eyes that seemed willing to penetrate the recesses of his most secret thoughts.
"Is a Pale-face always made with two tongues ?" he demanded, when he found that, as usual, with the subject of this examination, he was as little intimidated by his present frown, as moved by any apprehensions of the future.
"Honesty lies deeper than the skin." "It is so.

Now let my father hear me.

Mahtoree has but one tongue, the grey-head has many.