ll you that they lied
when they said the Great Spirit wanted you to kill us?"

The chief was silent. Was he debating the matter in his mind? John
continued: "When this speaks," he said, pointing to his gun, "all of the
fire guns about your village will speak."

"How shall we know you will keep your word?"

Muro held up his hand, as he spoke: "Ask the Kurabus whether the White
Chief keeps his word."

Before he could reply, John added: "The White Chief keeps his word. He
believes the people here will keep their word if they know the others
will do so. He has armed the tribes who have allied themselves with him,
because he believes in them, and we do not want to make you captives, or
offer sacrifices of your brave men."

"The White Chief speaks wisely," said Muro. "He does not believe in
making sacrifices. The Great Spirit has told him that is wrong."

Still the chief pondered, and, slowly raising his head, said: "I believe
the white man, and what he says. I will tell my people."

He turned and moved toward the village, John and Muro remaining there,
as an indication that they expected an immediate answer.

"He will yield," said Muro, "and according to custom, will first tell
his people what his decision is."

Muro was right. Within a half hour the chief advanced at the head of his
warriors, the latter of whom had left their bows and spears at the
circle, and the two stood ready to receive them.

As the two chiefs appeared the warriors lined up behind them.

"I have brought my warriors here to show you that we will be friends."
And John advanced and took the hand of the chief.

"In my country we become friends when we take each other's hands, and I
am glad to see that you have wisdom to accept us as your friends."

At a signal from Muro, the warriors advanced from all sides, and
together they marched into the village, the different ones telling the
Tuolos the wonderful things the White Chief was doing, and how they were
bringing all the tribes together, and making them stop war.

The first act of the Tuolo chief was to liberate the two Brabo warriors.
When the wagon was driven into the village, the people gathered around
the curious contrivance. Some of them remembered it when it was there
nearly a year before, but under quite different circumstances.

The boys, Ralph and Tom, soon attracted the attention of the chief. He
went up to them, and simulating the act of John, held out his hand. The
boys understo