I can see that." "Assuredly I do, sir," said she who had been Molly Brant, the Mohawk, but who was now the wife of the greatest man in the north country.

"Tis a goodly youth and he speaks well.

I like him, and he shall have the best our house can offer." Colonel Johnson's mellow laugh rang out again.
"Spoken like a woman of spirit, Molly," he said.

"I expected none the less of you.

It's in the blood of the Ganeagaono and had you answered otherwise you would have been unworthy of your cousin, Daganoweda, here." The young Mohawk chieftain smiled.