PERE ANDRE LAFOSSIER "You treacherous, white-headed old villain," I exclaimed angrily, "I am half inclined to kill you for so savage a trick.

Odds! but my arm feels as if it were broken." The fellow grinned at me, showing his yellow fangs.
"I care not if you kill," he answered, with true Indian stoicism.

"I am old, and have served the Sun long.

Kill, but I will not be unavenged of my people; for, whether I live or die, it matters not--there is no escape for you." He spoke with such confidence as to stun me.
"No escape?
Why ?" His lips curled with undisguised contempt.
"So my words sting.

Well, they are true, nor am I unwilling to tell you.