Now, conduct me to your camp.

My object is not war; it is peace.

I will speak with your chiefs about trading with the white men, and we will smoke the pipe of peace.

Are my words good ?" Despite their proverbial control of muscle, these Indians could not conceal their astonishment at hearing so much of their affairs thus laid bare; so they said that the Pale-face chief was wise, that he must be a great medicine man, and that what he said was all true except about the white men.

They had never seen any Pale-faces, and knew nothing whatever about those he spoke of.
This was a terrible piece of news to poor Dick, and at first his heart fairly sank within him, but by degrees he came to be more hopeful.