His height, his straight, commanding glance, the wonderful, careless strength and majesty of his figure, all impressed them.

He looked to them like one without fear, and moreover, with such strength and quickness as his, he seemed one who had little to fear.

But as he walked there, Yellow Panther came again, and spoke to him with sly, insinuating manner: "The belt bearer is not weary, though he has traveled far." "No," replied Big Fox.

"Manitou has been kind to me, and has given me strong limbs and muscles that do not tire." "Did Big Fox, in his journey from the Shawnee village, hear of white men?
It is said that a band of them have been in this region about the lake, there to the southward.

One of our warriors was slain, but we could not find those whom we pursued." Big Fox wondered if it was a chance shot, but he looked straight into the eyes of Yellow Panther, which fell before the gaze of his, and replied: "I came bearing belts, and I thought only of them.