"Wah!" he said, on perceiving the two men, and resolutely advanced.
The adventurers left the shadow that protected them, and waited. When Flying Eagle had arrived almost close to them—"It is I," Don Miguel said to him.
"And I," Brighteye added.
The Comanche, Chief fell back in a state of stupefaction impossible to describe. "The grey-head here!" he exclaimed.
[CHAPTER XXXIX.]
THE GREAT MEDICINE.
As we have stated, Marksman, after leading Red Wolf to the door of the temple, and seeing him retire, reentered the sanctuary, closing the door after him. The Comanche Chief was awaiting him, with shoulder leaning against the wall, and folded arms. "Thanks for your help, Chief," he said; "without you I was lost."
"For a long time," the Indian replied, "Flying Eagle was hearing, though invisible, his brother's conversation with Red Wolf."
"Well, we have got rid of him for a long time; I hope, now, nothing will occur to mar our plans or prevent their success."