What you have just got is only a taste to what you may suffer." Paul felt a dreadful inclination to shudder, but he managed to control himself.
"I'd rather die under the torture than do what you have done, you renegade!" he said.
This was the first time since they crossed the Ohio that he had replied to Braxton, but even now he would say no more, and Wyatt, following his custom, shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

Then all, mingled in one great throng, went forward to the village.

Paul saw an irregular collection of buffalo-skin and deer-skin tepees, and a few pole wigwams, with some rudely cultivated fields of maize about them.

A fine brook flowed through the village, and the site, on the whole, was well chosen, well watered, and sheltered by the little hills from cold winds.

It was too far away from those hills to be reached by a marksman in ambush, and all about hung signs of plenty--drying venison and buffalo meat, and skins of many kinds.
When they came within the circle of huts and tents, Paul was again regarded by many curious eyes, and there might have been more attempts to persecute him, but the chief, Red Eagle, kept them off.