Send them one at a time or in battalions, and I am ready for them." It was childish brag, but I think I must have delivered it with some spirit, for I saw approbation in his eye.
"When we fight, we fight not as butchers but as men-at-arms," he said.
"The brother of one of the dead will take on himself the cause of our tribe.

If he slay you, our honour is avenged.

If he be slain, we save you alive, and carry you with us as we march to the rising sun." "I am content," I said, though I was very little content.

What earthly chance stood I against a lithe young brave, accustomed from his childhood to war?
I thought of a duel hand-to-hand with knives or tomahawks, for I could not believe that I would be allowed to keep my pistols.

It was a very faint-hearted combatant who rose and staggered after Onotawah into the clear morning.