been taught them by his heart. Squirrels chatter, brooks babble, and the tongues of the Iroquois are split. But this is a man, Sagamore, such as are few among men. For he lies not even to women.” And though his countenance was very grave, I saw his eyes laughing at me.

The Indian made no movement until I held out my hand. Then his sinewy fingers touched mine, warily at first, like the exploring antennae of a nervous butterfly. And presently his steady gaze began to disturb me.

“Does my brother the Sagamore believe he has seen me somewhere heretofore?” I asked, smilingly. “Perhaps it may have been so — at Johnson Hall — or at Guy Park, perhaps, where came many chiefs and sachems and Sagamores in the great days of the great Sir William — the days that are no more, O Sagamore!”