He was an adopted Creek, and ought to be in sympathy with his nation.

He was bound to regard the white men as his enemies, to withhold from them all important information, and to deliver them up to the Creeks if possible.

Should he be suspected of sympathy with the white men, the tomahawk of the savage would soon cleave his brain.

He entreated Crockett immediately to leave him.
"Only an hour ago," said he, "there were ten Creek warriors here, all on horseback, and painted and armed.

Should they come back and discover you here, they would certainly kill you all, and put me and my family to death also." But Crockett, instead of being alarmed by this intelligence, was only animated by it.