Prairie-Flower and Red Wolf departed at a gallop; Natah Otann watched them for a long time, then let his head fall on his breast, as he uttered a deep sigh, and appeared plunged in gloomy thought. A moment later he felt a hand pressing heavily on his chest; he raised his head—White Buffalo was before him.
"What do you want with me?" he asked, angrily.
"Do you not know?" the old man said, looking at him fixedly.
Natah Otann quivered.
"It is true," he said, "the hour has arrived, you mean?"
"Yes."
"Are all precautions taken?"
"All."
"Come on then; but where are they?"
"Look at them."