He was dressed in the full costume of a young warrior who occupied the honorable position of Bow-bearer to a great chief, and in his hair gleamed the Flamingo Feather that proclaimed the station in life to which he was born.

His handsome figure, proud face, and fearless bearing caused the members of the council to regard him with approving glances, and it was with less of sternness in his tone than usual that, after the door was closed, Laudonniere said, "Now, sir, explain to us the meaning of this sudden departure of thy people, and the reason of thine own action in thus acting the part of a spy upon us." With flashing eyes the young Indian answered in the French that he had learned of Rene: "My name is Has-se.

I am the son of a chief.

My father and my people have been friendly to you and your people.

This country is ours, and in it we go where we please when we are ready to go, and stay where we please when we are ready to rest from going.