"Oh-h! I was afraid.

Oh! I am glad you're back safe.

See, this noble Indian has come to help us." Wingenund stood calm and erect by the door.
"Chief, what will you do ?" "Wingenund will show you the way to the big river," answered the chieftain, in his deep bass.
"Run away?
No, never! That would be cowardly.

Heckewelder, you would not go?
Nor you, Zeisberger?
We may yet be of use, we may yet save some of the Christians." "Save the yellow-hair," sternly said Wingenund.
"Oh, Jim, you don't understand.

The chief has come to warn me of Girty.