"The nights are long," Blue-fox then said, "will my brothers remain here smoking?"
Tranquil remarked in his turn—
"The Long knives are on their guard, they are watching at this moment, my brothers will remount their horses, and withdraw, for the hour is not propitious."
The Chiefs gave a sign of assent.
"I will go on the discovery," Monkey-face said.
"Good," Black-deer answered, with a stern smile; "my brother is skilful, he sees many things, he will inform us."
Monkey-face prepared to leap on a horse which a warrior led him up, but suddenly Black-deer rose, rushed toward him, and laying his hand roughly on his shoulder, compelled him to fall on his knees.
The warriors, surprised at this sudden aggression, the motive of which they did not divine, exchanged glances of surprise, though they did not make the slightest movement to interpose between the two Chiefs.
Monkey-face quickly raised his head.
"Does the Spirit of evil trouble my brother's brain?" he said, as he tried to free himself from the iron grip that nailed him to the ground.