He was a man of average height, of darker hue than is usual among Indians, lithe as a panther, his muscles hardened by forest life and years of warfare against Indian enemies and the British.

Like the rush of a mountain torrent the words fell from his lips.

His speech was one stream of denunciation of the British.

In trade they had cheated the Indians, robbing them of their furs, overcharging them for the necessaries of life, and heaping insults and blows upon the red men, who from the French had known only kindness.

The time had come to strike.