with manifest disapprobation, if not with alarm.
"Let my father look in my face," said Le-cœurdur; "he will see no change. It is true, my young men did not go out on the war-path; they had dreams for not doing so. But they love and venerate the great white chief."
"Will he think so, when he hears that his greatest enemy is fed in the camp of his children! When he is told, a bloody Yengee smokes at your fire! That the pale-face, who has slain so many of his friends, goes in and out among the Delawares! Go—my great Canada Father is not a fool!"
"Where is the Yengee that the Delawares fear!" returned the other; "who has slain my young men! who is the mortal enemy of my Great Father!"
"La Longue Carabine."
The Delaware warriors started at the well known name, betraying, by their amazement, they now learnt, for the first time, that one so famous among the Indian allies of France, was within their power.
"What does my brother mean?" demanded Le-cœurdur, in a tone that, by its
