The authority of Gray Beaver, in his time a mighty warrior, and now wise with years and experience, was great, and the under chiefs were impressed--all but Yellow Panther, whose eyes flashed vindictively at the belt bearers.

Angry blood also flushed Braxton Wyatt's face, and he did not know at the moment what to say or do.
"It is true that I was born white," he said, "but I have become one of the Shawnees, and I shall be faithful to them.

I have spoken no lies.

The Shawnees were for war, and I believe they are so yet." "The Shawnees from whom I have come," said Big Fox, in his grave tones, wholly ignoring Braxton Wyatt, "expect peace belts in return.

Will the messengers depart with them to-morrow ?" He spoke directly to Gray Beaver, and his powerful gaze still rested upon him.