Martin and Alfred, who had their backs to him at the time of Mr Campbell's exclamation, turned round and beheld the Indian. He was an elderly man, very tall and muscular, dressed in leggings and deer-skin coat, a war-eagle's feather, fixed by a fillet, on his head, and a profusion of copper and brass medals and trinkets round his neck. His face was not painted, with the exception of two black circles round his eyes. His head was shaved, and one long scalp-lock hung behind. He had a tomahawk and a knife in his belt, and a rifle upon his arm. Martin advanced to the Indian and looked earnestly at him. "I know his tribe," said Martin, "but not his name; but he is a chief and a warrior." Martin then spoke to him in the Indian tongue. The Indian merely gave an "Ugh" in reply. "He does not choose to give his name," observed Martin; "and, therefore, he is here for no good. Mr Alfred, just fetch Malachi; he will know him, I dare say." Alfred went to the house for Malachi; in the meantime the Indian remained motionless, with his eyes fixed upon the different articles exposed to view. "It's strange," observed Martin, "how he could have come here; but to be sure neither Malachi nor I have been out lately." Just as he had finished his remark, Alfred returned with Malachi. Malachi looked at the Indian and spoke to him. The Indian now replied in the Indian language. "I knew him, sir," said Malachi, "the moment I saw his back. He's after no good, and it's a thousand pities that he has come just now and seen all this," continued Malachi; "it's a strong temptation." "Why, who is he?" said Mr Campbell. "The Angry Snake, sir," replied Malachi. "I had no idea that he would be in these parts before the meeting of the Injun council, which takes place in another month, and then I meant to have been on the look-out for him." "But what have we to fear from him?" "Well, that's to be proved; but this I can say that he has his eyes upon what appears to him of more value than all the gold in the universe; and he's anything but honest." "But we have nothing to fear from one man," observed Alfred. "His party an't far off, sir," said Malachi. "He has some followers, although not many, and those who follow him are as bad as himself. We must be on the watch." Malachi now addressed the Indian for some time. The only reply was an "Ugh." "I have told him that all the powder and ball that he sees are for our rifles, which are more than are possessed by his whole tribe. Not that it does much good, but, at all events, it's just as well to let them know that we shall be well prepared. The crittur's quite amazed at so much ammunition; that's a fact. It's a pity he ever saw it." "Shall we give him some?" said Mr Campbell. "No, no, sir; he would only make use of it to try to get the rest; however, I believe that he is the only one of his party who has a rifle. The best thing is to close the doors and then he will go."