"I'm only sayin' it's a bad time fer you, because if this bunch of frontiersmen happen to git onto you bein' the renegade that was with the Chippewas an' got thet young feller's girl, there's liable to be trouble." "They ain't agoin' ter find out." "Where is she ?" "Back there in the woods." "Mebbe it's as well.

Now, don't git so drunk you'll blab all you know.

We've lots of work to do without havin' to clean up Williamson's bunch," rejoined Girty.

"Bill, tie up the tent flaps an' we'll git to council." Elliott arose to carry out the order, and had pulled in the deer-hide flaps, when one of them was jerked outward to disclose the befrilled person of Jim Girty.

Except for a discoloration over his eye, he appeared as usual.
"Ugh!" grunted Pipe, who was glad to see his renegade friend.
Half King evinced the same feeling.
"Hullo," was Simon Girty's greeting.
"'Pears I'm on time fer the picnic," said Jim Girty, with his ghastly leer.
Bill Elliott closed the flaps, after giving orders to the guard to prevent any Indians from loitering near the teepee.
"Listen," said Simon Girty, speaking low in the Delaware language.
"The time is ripe.