He struggled into a sitting position, resting his back against one of the supports of the roof.
"Cahnuaga dogs," he said—and his voice was not the voice of a captive, but of a chief—"what is it that you fear?"
The squat chief allowed his nose to protrude from the blanket which completely covered him.
"The False Faces dance with the Evil Ones in preparation for the birth of So-a-ka-ga-gwa," he mumbled. "They are hungry for human meat."
"Who told you that this was so?"
"The False Faces."
"But how do you know that it is not a lie?"
The chief shook his head vigorously.
"Even the white chief Murray stays within doors when the False Faces dance," he said.
"And the other white dog—de Veulle?"