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I warrant me, now, this is a clever youth, and one that it would be
safe to journey with! I will speak to him kindly, for anger can at
least serve no turn of ours. My brother is welcome again," using the
language, which the other understood; "the Tetons have been smoking
him, as they would a racoon."
The young Pawnee rolled his eye over the place, as if he were
examining the terrific danger from which he had just escaped, but he
disdained to betray the smallest emotion, at its imminency. His brow
contracted, as he answered to the remark of the trapper by saying--
"A Teton is a dog. When the Pawnee war-whoop is in their ears, the
whole nation howls."
"It is true. The imps are on our trail, and I am glad to meet a
warrior, with the tomahawk in his hand, who does not love them. Will
my brother lead my children to his village? If the Siouxes follow on
our path, my young men shall help him to strike them."
The young Pawnee turned his eyes from one to another of the strangers,
in a keen scrutiny, before he saw fit to answer so important an
interrogatory.


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