[CHAPTER XLII.]
THE NIGHT JOURNEY.
Antinahuel beckoned Black-Stag to come to him, and the Apo-Ulmen did not delay. Notwithstanding the number and copiousness of the libations in which he had indulged, the face of the Araucano chief was as impassive, and his step as steady, as if he had only drunk water. When he arrived in front of the toqui, he bowed respectfully, and waited in silence till he was spoken to. The toqui, with his eyes fixed on the ground, and buried in serious reflections, was some time before he was aware of his presence. At length he raised his eyes; his countenance was dark, his eyes seemed to dart lightning, a nervous tremour agitated all his limbs.
"Is my father suffering?" Black-Stag asked, mildly and affectionately.
"I am," the chief replied.
"Guécubu has breathed upon the heart of my father; but let him take courage, Pillian will support him."
"No," Antinahuel replied; "the breath which dries my breast is a breath of fear."
"Of fear?"
"Yes; the Huincas are powerful. I dread the strength of their arms for my young men!"