I said, vexed at his indiscretion.

“I know it. I’ll not interfere with your tame wolves, Loskiel. But Hanierri madded me; and now he’s told Dominie Kirkland’s praying Indians, and not one o’ them will stir from Tioga — the chicken-hearted knaves! What do you think of that, Loskiel?”

“I am sorry. But we really need no other Indians than my Sagamore, the two Oneidas, and the Stockbridge, Yellow Moth, to do Amochol’s business for him, if you and your twenty riflemen are going.”

“I think as you do; and so I told the General, who wanted Major Parr to command and the entire battalion to march. ‘Oh, Lord!’ says I. ‘Best bring Colonel Proctor’s artillery band, also!’