The withered frame of the old chief trembled a little within his furred robe, and then he yielded to the spell.
"The Miami messengers will start to-morrow with peace belts for the Shawnees," he said.
A thrill of triumph ran through the frame of Big Fox, but he said nothing.
The eyes of both Braxton Wyatt and Yellow Panther flashed vindictively, but they, too, said nothing.

Big Fox judged that they were not yet wholly beaten, but he had accomplished much; if each tribe received peace belts from the others, it would take a long time to untangle the snarl, and unite them for war.

Meanwhile, the white settlements were steadily growing stronger.
"Our Shawnee brethren, the belt bearers, will stay with us a while," said the crafty Yellow Panther.

"They have traveled far, and they need rest." Big Fox knew that it would not do to be too hasty; a desire to depart at once would only arouse suspicion, and he and his comrades, moreover, had further work to do in the Miami village.

So he gravely accepted the offer of hospitality, and he and Brown Bear and The Bat were conducted to a lodge in the center of the village, where they ate again, and reclined luxuriously upon buffalo robes and deerskins.