"You have heard of them?
The Shawnee villages are full of their fame." "I never saw them, and I never heard of them before," replied Braxton Wyatt, in a tone of mingled anger and bewilderment, "but I do know that all the Shawnees wish the Miamis to go south with them at once, on the great war trail against the white settlements." The old chief, Gray Beaver, looked from the belt bearers to Braxton Wyatt and from Braxton Wyatt to the belt bearers.

His aged brain was bewildered by the conflicting tales, but he put little trust in the white youth.
Already Big Fox had sowed in his mind the seeds of unbelief in the words of Braxton Wyatt.
"Scarcely a moon ago the Shawnees, as we all know, wished to go on the great war trail at once," said Yellow Panther, "but now three come, who say they are from them, bearing peace belts.

Moreover, here is another who says that the Shawnees would send war belts.

What shall the Miamis think ?" There was another murmur, and then silence.

The surcharged air was heavy in the great lodge.