arms.

Haward went on evenly: "Your tribe has smoked the peace pipe with the
white man. I was not told it by singing birds, but by the great white
father at Williamsburgh. They buried the hatchet very deep; the dead
leaves of many moons of Cohonks lie thick upon the place where they buried
it. Why have you made a warpath, treading it alone of your color?"

"Diable!" cried Hugon. "Pig of an Englishman! I will kill you for"--

"For an handful of blue beads," said Haward, with a cold smile. "And I,
dog of an Indian! I will send a Nottoway to teach the Monacans how to lay
a snare and hide a trail."

The trader, gasping with passion, leaned across the table until his eyes
were within a foot of Haward's unmoved face. "Who showed you the trail and
told you of the snare?" he whispered. "Tell me that, you
Englishman,--tell me that!"

"A storm bird," said Haward calmly. "Okee is perhaps angry with his
Monacans, and sent it."

"Was it Audrey?"

Haward laughed. "No, it was not Audrey. And so, Monacan, you have yourself
fallen into the pit which you digged."

From the fireplace came the schoolmaster's slow voice: "Dear sir, can you
show the pit? Why should this youth desire to harm you? Where is the storm
bird? Can you whistle it before a justice of the peace or into a court