If you spare them, said she, their friends will ransom them with great kegs of spirits, with tobacco pipes, powder, shot, and every thing you want. If you put them to death, the whitemen will find you out one day or other, and then wo to the red-men of the forest–wo to their wives and their children–to themselves and their posterity. Every drop of blood you shed this day, I prophecy, will be repaid with rivers of blood. Spare these white-men, and let the tall youth be unto me the brother I have lost.