Already, with the first words spoken, Big Fox was impeaching his character.
Braxton Wyatt stood with his back to the buffalo robe, which had fallen again over the entrance, and looked around at the circle of chiefs who had resumed their seats on the skin mats.

Then his eyes met the stern, accusing gaze of Big Fox, the Shawnee belt bearer, and were held there as if fascinated.

But Braxton Wyatt was not without courage.

He wrenched his eyes away, turned them upon the ancient chief, Gray Beaver, and said: "I have been long in the Shawnee lodges, great chief of the Miamis, but I do not know these belt bearers." There was a murmur, and a stir on the skin mats.
Big Fox scorned to look again at Braxton Wyatt.

He gazed steadily at the council fire, and said in tones of indifference: "The white youth who left his own people has been in the lodges, where the old men and women stay; we have been on the war trail with the warriors.
The day we returned to the village we were chosen to bring the peace belts to our good friends, the Miamis." "The belt bearers are Big Fox, Brown Bear, and The Bat," said Yellow Panther, looking at Braxton Wyatt.