“It is the camp of the surveyors!” he exclaimed, surprisedly.
Oneotah indulged in a musical laugh, as if she rather enjoyed his surprise.
“Yes,” she answered.
“And it was here that the White and Black Spirits of Smoholler appeared to us?”
“Yes.”
Every thing was becoming plain to him now. He made no other comment, however, but followed Oneotah back into the chamber—the aerie of the Prophet.
The table was soon spread by Oneotah’s deft fingers, and they sat down to their repast, the boys finding their appetites well-sharpened by the events of the night. But little was said until their hunger was satisfied, and then Smoholler pushed back his plate, saying:
“What think you of the revelations of the Mystic Cavern? You will be satisfied now to return to your mother and tell her that your father is dead?”
“No, for I think he still lives,” returned Percy; and he made Cute a significant gesture toward Oneotah.
“Still lives?” echoed the Prophet.