Old Tom Hutter: Thank ye, oh Lord, for delivering my enemies into my hands. When them blood-lustin' heathen Hurons come loping this way, I'm going to give 'em hellfire and damnation right out of the mouth of my cannon. I'm going to smite 'em hip and thigh like the Good Book says... and teach 'em the error of their sinful ways. Amen, Lord.

Hetty Hutter: Then you're not sure then that the Hurons will give him up.
Deerslayer: Well, that depends upon what they want most: Old Tom or the scalps of their dead.
Harry March: What makes you think they want them scalps at all?
Deerslayer: Well, all Indians are superstitious, Hurons more than most. They believe that the spirit of the scalped warrior can never rest until the scalp is reclaimed.
Harry March: And then you can't go to the Happy Hunting Grounds without your hair on, huh?