No more council now. Agree what to do and so go away."
"But are red men always as good as their words? do they PERFORM
always what they PROMISE?"
"Sartain. Ebbery man ought do what he say. Dat Injin law--no pale-
face law, eh?"
"It may be the LAW, Peter, and a very good law it is; but we white
men do not always MIND our own laws."
"Dat bad--Great Spirit don't like dat," returned Peter, looking
grave, and slowly shaking his head. "Dat very bad. When Injin say he
do it, den he do it, if he can. If can't, no help for it. Send squaw
away now, Bourdon--bess not to let squaw hear what men say, or will
always want to hear."
Le Bourdon laughed, as he turned to Margery and repeated these
words. The young wife colored, but she took it in good part, and ran
up toward the palisaded lodge, like one who was glad to be rid of
her companions. Peter waited a few moments, then turning his head
slowly in all directions, to make sure of not being overheard, he
began to lay open his mind.
"You been on Prairie Round, Bourdon--you see Injin dere--chief,
warrior, young men, hunter, all dere."
"I saw them all, Peter, and a goodly sight it was--what between
paint, and medals, and bows and arrows and tomahawks, and all your
bravery!"
"You like to see him, eh? Yes; he fine t'ing to look at.
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