A third throw and all coming up white twenty beans were subtracted from the heap and added to his own pile.

But on the next throw only five of the whites appeared, and as at least six of the buttons had to be matched in order to continue his right of throwing he resigned his place to Robert, who threw with varying fortune until he lost in his turn to Tayoga.
"A crude Indian game," said de Mezy in a sneering tone, and the two satellites, Nemours and Le Moyne, laughed once more.

Robert and Tayoga did not pay the slightest attention to them, concentrating their whole attention upon the sport, but Willet said quietly: "I've seen wise chiefs play it for hours, and the great men of the Hodenosaunee would be great men anywhere." Angry words gathered on the lips of de Mezy, but they were not spoken.
He saw that he was at a disadvantage, and that he would lose prestige if he kept himself in a position to be snubbed before his own people by two strange youths.

At length he said: "Farewell until morning," and stalked out, followed by his satellites.

Others soon followed but Robert and Tayoga went on with their game of the deer buttons.