Loskiel, that my confidence in your ability and in your knowledge of the Indians was not misplaced. And you may inform me now, sir, how it is proper for me to address this Indian guide.”

I glanced at Captain Simpson and Lieutenant Boyd, hesitating for a moment. Then I said:

“Mayaro is a Sagamore, Major — a noble and an ensign of a unique clan — the Siwanois, or magic clan, of the Mohican tribe of the great Delaware nation. You may address him as an equal. Our General Schuyler would so address him. The corps of officers in this regiment can scarce do less, I think.”

Major Parr nodded, quietly offered his hand to the silent Siwanois, and, holding that warrior’s sinewy fist in an iron grip that matched it, named him to