I cried out and sprang for a fusil, but the paddles swept down once, and even as Radisson awoke the first Indian leaped ashore. I was trying to load a fusil in haste, but Radisson sprang up and halted me after a quick look at the red men.
"Down with the g*n, lad. These be friends."
"Down with the g*n, lad. These be friends."
" Down with the g*n, lad. These be friends."
All six of them landed now, but stopped their advance with a guttural word of surprise at sight of the old wanderer. I laid my hand on Grim's bristling neck.
"What cheer!" said Radisson in English. "Has Soan-ge-ta-ha forgotten his friend the White Eagle?"
One of the Indians, older than the rest, gravely took the extended hand of Radisson and made reply in very good English, to my surprise.
"Brave Heart has not forgot
