I took Lily's hand as I spoke, and led her towards the Indian.  He was dressed in skins, with an axe hanging from his belt, and had long black hair streaming over his shoulders,--unlike most of the Indians I had seen, who wear it tied up and ornamented with feathers.  A small silver medal hung from his neck, and I guessed from this that he was a friend to the white men, and had received it as a token for some service he had rendered them.