It could have adorned the head of but one chief--Wingenund, the sachem of the Delawares.

A British officer, girdled and epauletted, stood next to Wingenund.

Simon Girty, the renegade, and Miller, the traitor, completed the group.
Wetzel sank to his knees.

The perspiration poured from his face.

The mighty hunter trembled, but it was from eagerness.