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18 MOHAWK WaT. “Not a bit of it, A loping Huron ain't got the same rights that a white man or even an honest Injin, an’ tey are mighty few, hez got. Besides, you ain’t after no good.” “ White man always think harm of poor Indian,” he said, in a tone which his haughty manner belied, “Why were you watching us ?” “No come here to watch you,” replied the Indian, “ Watch some one else. You come; Barbed Arrow hide.” _ “That's his heathen name,” said Nat, . “ They always have a name that means something. Now, that name makes me sure that he is a warrior, and is noted for his running. He’s got a wild eye.” Nat spoke to his companions in his own tongue, which the ~ Indian evidently did not understand. - “Barbed Arrow friend to white man,” he said. “ Always friend. White man think he lie in the bushes to hurt him. All wrong. Barbed Arrow’s heart is soft, He loves his white brothers.” “ As a butcher loves an ox,” said Nat. “Bah! We know him well enough, What is the use of talkin’.” “Do you speak French ?’ asked Lewis, in that language, The face of the savage brightened, and he answered in the affirmative. “ Stand aside a moment, Nat,” said Lewis, “ Let me ques- tion him.” The ranger stood back, muttering inyectives against the Huron nation in general, and the Barbed Arrow in particu. . lar. “You see.us here,” said Lewis, mildly ad¢ressing the In- dian, “in pursuit of some men who have burned a house and ae age one of us. Wedo not wish to wrong anybody. sa sain fel tell us why you are here.” Arrow has lived in the world a long time,” said he, “ ME * brother. He has gone away when he liked, and Bas nt ure is ere. He has not stolen any thing ben his white friends, He came for else, something with which my brother has nothing to do.” “That will not satisfy us,” said Lewis. “ You were caught in the act of spying upon our actions. You speak the lan- guage of our enemies.” ConmiclookxsS.conn