If there are white men in the Miami woods, the Miamis are warriors enough to take them." Yellow Panther turned aside, but he followed the tall figure with a look of the most vindictive hate.

Like Braxton Wyatt, he felt that something was wrong, but what it was he did not yet know.

Big Fox mingled freely in the village life throughout the day, and never once did he make a mistake.
All the Indian ways were familiar to him, and when he talked with the warriors about the Northwestern tribes, he showed full knowledge.

Old Gray Beaver was delighted with him.

The deference of this splendid young warrior was grateful to his heart.
That night the three belt bearers, calm and unconcerned, lay down in the great lodge that had been assigned to them, and slept peacefully.