"I could not tell what they meant, but there was as much sense in their voices as in yours, Tandakora." "At last you have found your tongue, youth of the Onondagas.

You have heard the frogs croak, but your voice at the stake will sound like theirs." "The flames shall not be lighted around me, Tandakora." "How do you know ?" "Tododaho has whispered in my ear the promise that he will save me.
Twice has he whispered it to me as we marched." "Tododaho in life was no warrior of the Ojibways," said Tandakora, "and since he has passed away he is no god of ours.

His whispers, if he has whispered at all to you, are false.

There is less than half an hour in which you can be saved, and Manitou himself would need all that time." Tayoga gave him a scornful look.

Tandakora was talking sacrilege, but he had no right to expect anything else from a savage Ojibway.