They sprang to their feet, and waited anxiously for the rider. As he came within bowshot, they began to call.
"Who are you?" they inquired, suspiciously.
"Do not be afraid, everything is good," cried White Otter.
"Yes, yes, it is White Otter," the Cheyennes told one another.
A few moments afterward the Ogalala joined them. They gathered around him to learn what had happened.
"Listen!" he cried. "Do you hear those ponies? They are bringing my people. Cheyennes, my words have come true. The Ogalalas are coming to help you."
They heard the hoofbeats of many ponies. The sound filled them with joy. A great hope entered their hearts.
"It is the Ogalalas! It is the Ogalalas!" they cried, excitedly.
Then the great Sioux war party dashed out of the night. Their arrival threw the Cheyennes into a tumult. For a moment all was confusion. Then White Otter took command, and restored order.
"Come, come, my brothers, we are making too much noise," he said, sharply.