The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 6 Page 50

The Siwanois smiled to himself and smoked. Then he passed the pipe to me. I drew it twice, rendered it.

“Come,” said I, “have you then news that we take the war-trail soon?”

“The war-trail is always open for those who seek it. When my younger brother makes ready for a trail, does he summon it to come to him by magic, or does he seek it on his two legs?”

“Are you hoping to go out with the scout to-night?” I asked. “That would not do.”

“I go to-night with my brother Loskiel — to take the air,” he said slyly.

“That may not be,” I protested, disconcerted. “I have business abroad to-night,”