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"They said, 'Mr Renault is a rich young man who thinks more of his clothes than he does of politics, and is safer than a guinea wig-stand!'"

His face was perfectly grave, but the astonished chagrin on , and in a hter

"Lord, sir!" he exclai his eyes with a lace handkerchief, "what a man we lost when you lost your head! Why on earth did you affront Walter Butler?"

I leaned forward, e every point with a noiseless slap on my knee, and recounted minutely and as frankly as I could every step which led to the first rupture between Walter Butler and ent eyes fixed onan accent, a shade of expression, as I narrated our quarrel concerning the otten myself and had turned on him as an Iroquois on a Delaware, a master on an insolent slave

"Fro back in my chair "And now, Colonel Hamilton, my story is ended, and my usefulness, too, I fear, unless his Excellency will find for oons of Major Talhing "Why, Mr Renault, any bullet-headed, reckless felloho has done as much as you have done may ask for a co, yet they found ave me a pair o' cannon, too But, sir, there are other places with few to fill them--far too few, I assure you Why, what a sha skinners and cowboys with a brace of gad-a-mercy pistols in your belt!--what a shame, I say, when in you there lie talents we seek in vain for a the thousand and one nuade!"

"What talents?" I asked, astonished

"Lord! he doesn't even suspect theht adiers and colonels; they have no doubts concerning their several abilities!" Then, suddenly serious: "Listen, sir You know the north; you were bred and born to a knowledge of the Iroquois, their language, character, habits, their intimate social conditions, nay, you are even acquainted hat no other living white man comprehends--their secret rites, their clan and family laws and ties, their racial instincts, their most sacred rituals! You are a sachem! Sir Willia, besides yourself, can speak to the Iroquois with clan authority?"