Multuomah looked troubled.
“You have seen his spirits?” he asked.
“Yes; black and white. Why should he choose those colors, when he is red?”
“One is the Spirit of Evil; the other the Spirit of Good.”
“Have you ever seen them?”
“Never; but I have been told by those who have. It is by means of these spirits that he has gained so great a power. His followers come from all tribes, and their belief in him is great. If I was to attack him, and he should make his spirits appear before my braves, they would fly in terror; and yet there are no braver warriors in all my nation.”
The four white men, who were listening to him, exchanged glances.
“This complicates the situation,” remarked Blaikie. “I don’t see as this reinforcement will, under the circumstances, be of much use to us.”
Gardiner and Robbins were of his opinion; but Glyndon took a more favorable view of the matter.
“We must make it of use to us,” he cried. “We are strong enough, with Multuomah’s band, to just gobble this Prophet, and I’m going to do it. The boys may be alive yet, and we must rescue them.”