said I, smiling. “You understood the express rider when he said that Indians had fired on our pickets a week ago!”

The stern and noble countenance of the Sagamore relaxed into the sunniest of smiles.

“My little brother is very wise. He has discovered that the Siwanois have ears like white men.”

“Aye — but, Sagamore, I was not at all certain that you understood in English more than ‘yes’ and ‘no.’“

“Is it because,” he inquired with a merry glance at me, “my brother has only heard as yet the answer ‘no’ from Mayaro?”

I bit my lip, reddened, and then laughed at the slyly taunting