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Rh Presently the heat became intolerable within the wigwam, and David fared forth. About one of the lodges near the center of the village many men were gathered, and  amongst them David saw, as he drew near,  Pikot and his two companions. They sat a little apart, each smoking gravely, and taking no part in the talk that was going on. Most of those in the gathering were younger men, although here and there one beyond  fighting age hearkened to the discussion. David paused a little from the edge of the throng and sought to catch Pikot’s eye, but  while the Pegan must have been aware of  his presence he never so much as glanced the boy’s way, and after a moment, since the  Indians began to regard him with disfavor,  he went on.

From within the big wigwam of the sachem came the sound of a voice, quavering, monotonous, and David recognized it for  the voice of Quinnapasso. As the boy passed beyond, the voice died away and in its place  came the deeper speech of another.

David found a place of shade near the gate of the palisade and stretched himself  down, and after a moment one of the yellow  village dogs crept toward him, wagging an