My notion is that some devilry is going on in the West, and I might guess that there's a white man in it." He spoke to the chief, who spoke again to his companion, and Lawrence listened with contracting brows, while Ringan whistled between his teeth.
"They've got a queer story," said Lawrence at last.

"They say that when last they hunted on the Roanoke their young men brought a tale that a tribe of Cherokees, who lived six days' journey into the hills, had found a great Sachem who had the white man's magic, and that God was moving him to drive out the palefaces and hold his hunting lodge in their dwellings.

That is not like an ordinary Indian lie.

What do you make of it, Mr.Campbell ?" Ringan looked grave, "It's possible enough.

There's a heap of renegades among the tribes, men that have made the Tidewater and even the Free Companies too warm for them.