The mother said something in her native tongue, but it could not have been of much account, for the child gave no reply.
Omas did not speak.

One quick glance was bestowed upon his child, and then he addressed himself to the work before him.
Omas was as cunning as a serpent.

He would not have hesitated to assail these two Senecas, for, truth to tell, he could never feel much love for the conquerors of his people.

He did not fear them; but he saw the way to win his point without such tempestuous violence.
His words, therefore, were calculated to soothe rather than irritate.

He asked them to explain how it was they were in charge of his friends, and listened attentively while one of them answered his inquiry.
Then, as is natural with his race, he recounted in somewhat extravagant language his own deeds of the last few days.