We have here Tayoga, of the clan of the Bear, of the nation Onondaga, of the League of the Hodenosaunee, one of our deadliest enemies.

It is more than I had hoped, because, though so young, he is a great warrior, skillful and brave, and we shall soon see how he can bear the live coals upon his breast." Still Tayoga did not move, nor did he visibly shudder at the threat, which he knew Tandakora meant to keep.

The Ojibway had never appeared more repellent, as he exulted over his prisoner.

He seemed larger than ever, and his naked body was covered with painted and hideous devices.
"And so I have you at last, Tayoga," he said.

"Your life shall be short, but your death shall be long, and you shall have full chance to prove how much an Onondaga can bear." "Whether it be much or little," said Tayoga, "it will be more than any Ojibway can endure." The black eyes of Tandakora flashed angrily, and he struck Tayoga heavily in the face with his open palm.