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gravely remarked, it was " a great moral consolation to 
know what language tliey were written in." 
"I have it!" he added, suddenly. "Let's call Pees- 
chee into the council. That fellow knows a good deal 
more than he's told yet, I'll warrant. I want to know 
how he got hold of a duplicate of the map our — hem ! — 
quiet friend down below was guarding so carefully." 
He pulled a crumpled bit of parchment out of his 
pocket as he spoke. 
The Indian was summoned ; his stolid face changed 
when he saw the map, and his teeth actually chattered 
with fear. 
" W-where you git dat map ? " he stammered, pointing 
with shaking finger to the stained parchment. 
" Never mind where I found it, my fine fellow," said 
the other, sternly. " The question is, where did you 
get yours, and what do you mean by telling rne you 
made it?" 
"I — I did make dat, master," chattered the Fox, look- 
ing fearfully over his shoulder. " You no tell medicine- 
man r 
" There, there, Peeschee," said the lieutenant, more 
gently, perceiving that nothing was to be gained by terri- 
fying the man, " make a clean breast of it, and tell the 
whole story. You've done something crooked, no doubt, 
but I don't believe you mean any harm by us. No," he 
added, seeing the Indian's frightened glance around, " you 
needn't be afraid of the party that owned that map. He 
