“Salute! O Roya-neh!” fiercely honoring the dead bodies of the bravest men who had ever died in the Long House.

On the following afternoon I ventured from my concealment, and was striving to dig a grave for my two comrades, using my knife to do it, when the riflemen of our advance discovered me across the river.

A moment later I looked up, my eyes blinded by tears, as the arm of the Sagamore was flung round my shoulders, and the hands of the Grey-Feather and Tahoontowhee timidly sought mine.

“Brother!” they said gently.

“Tekasenthos, O Sagamore!!’ I whispered, dropping my head on his broad shoulder. “Issi tye-y-ad-akeron, akwah de-ya-kon-akor-on-don!”