At all events the conference had come to a close, for the cacique had bent his head, and spoke no more.
"Trouashatze, sa umo," said Topanashka, and left the room. Hoshkanyi followed hurriedly. The cacique took no notice of their departure.
When both men stood outside, Topanashka turned to the tapop coldly, asking,—
"Are you going to call the council?"
"I will," whined the little man.
"For what day?"
"I don't know yet."
"But I want to know," sternly, almost menacingly, insisted the other. "I want to know, for I shall be present!"
"Four days from now," cried Hoshkanyi, trembling.
"What time?"