"Their heads are heavy with age and with wisdom.

It is not well to waste our strength with a blow which will not reach the mark, but it is good to wait until we can strike true." The chief, Yellow Panther, arose.

He was a tall and ferocious savage, with a cunning countenance.
"The Shawnees change their minds quickly," he said, in tones of subtle and insulting insinuation.

"There is one here who came from their village but three days since, and then they looked not so kindly upon the peace belts.
It is well to bring him to this council of the Miamis." He glanced at Gray Beaver and the ancient chief nodded.

Then Yellow Panther stepped from the Council House.
The heart of Big Fox stirred within him ever so slightly.