“When you are certain,” said I in a fury, “I will have him properly tried by military court and hung as high as Amherst hung two of his fellow devils. I wish to God he had executed the entire nation while he was about it. For once Sir William Johnson was wrong to interfere.”

The Sagamore laughed and laid one hand on my shoulder:

“Is it a custom for an Ensign to pass judgment on a Major-General, O Loskiel, my dear but much younger brother?”

I blushed hot with annoyance and shame. Of all things on earth, self-control was the most necessary quality to any officer commanding Indians.

“The Sagamore is right,” I said in a mortified voice.

“The Sagamore has lived longer than his younger brother,”