xample.

"Has my father talked to the white man?" said the Indian after a short
silence.

"The white man grieves for the loss of his boy, and his squaw weeps,"
replied Malachi. "The Angry Snake must bring the boy to the white man's
lodge and receive presents."

"Will the white man be generous?" continued the Indian.

"He has powder, and lead, and rifles, and tobacco: will such presents
please the Angry Snake?"

"The Angry Snake had a dream," replied the Indian, "and he told me his
dream. He dreamt that the white boy was put into his mother's arms, who
wept for joy, and the white man gave to the Angry Snake ten rifles, and
two kegs of powder, and as much lead as four men could carry away."

"'Twas a good dream," replied Malachi, "and it will come true when the
white boy comes back to his mother."

"The Angry Snake had another dream. He dreamt that the white man
received his child, and pushed the Angry Snake out from the door of his
lodge."

"That was bad," replied Malachi. "Look at me, my son; say, did you ever
hear that the Grey Badger said a lie?" And Malachi laid hold of the
Indian's arm as he spoke.

This was the signal agreed upon between Malachi and the party concealed,
who rushed forward and seized the Indian.

The Young Otter sprang up in spite of their endeavours to keep him, and
would certainly have escaped, for he had got his tomahawk clear, and was
about to wield it around his head, had not Martin already passed one of
the deer-thongs round his ankle, by which the Indian was thrown again to
the ground. His arms were then secured behind his back with other
deer-skin thongs, and another passed round his ankle, and given to
Alfred.

"You were right, Malachi," said Captain Sinclair. "How he contrived to
twist himself out of our grasp I cannot imagine; but he certainly would
have been off, and probably have broken our heads before he went."

"I know the nature of these Injuns, sir," replied Malachi; "they're
never safe, even when tied, if the thong does not cut into the bone; but
you have him now, sir, fast enough, and the sooner you get to the fort
the better. You have your rifles in the bush?"

"Yes," replied Martin, "you'll find them behind the large oak tree."

"I'll fetch them; not that I think there's much danger of a rescue."

"We have not far to take him," said Captain Sinclair, "for, as I wished
you and Alfred not to be so long away as to induce questions to be
asked, I have a f