It was not a business for you, Paul.

We met them, there was a fight--well, they will never appear in the Miami village, and we are here in their place." Paul understood, and he shuddered a little at the deadly conflict that must have raged out there in the forest while he slept.

Then he looked curiously at the three.

He never would have known any one of them anywhere.

They were savages in every aspect--painted and garbed like them, and with their hair drawn up in the defiant scalp lock.
"What are you going to do ?" he asked.
"Deliver the belts at the Miami village," replied Henry Ware, "but they will be peace belts, not war belts." "It is death," said Paul in protest.
"It is not death," replied Henry.