There will be no more fighting at the stockade.

Those who assaulted us were of my own tribe, and yesterday I reasoned with them." Then he spoke to the chief, and translated for me.
"He says that you have endured the ordeal of the stake, and have slain your enemy in fight, and that now you will go before the great Sachem for his judgment.

That is the custom of our people." He turned to Onotawah again, and his tone was high and scornful.

He spoke as if he were the chief and the other were the minion, and, what was strangest of all, Onotawah replied meekly.

Shalah rose to his feet and strode to the door, pointing down the glen with his hand.