"Red Wolf is a chief among the Kenhas," he said, "his tongue is not forked. The words that pass his lips come from his heart. The Chief wishes to serve his Pale friends.
"Wah!" Bright-eye said, "the Chief has spoken well. His words have sounded pleasantly in my ears. What does my brother desire?"
"To sit at the council fire of the Palefaces, and explain to them the reasons that bring him here."
"Good. Will my brother go alone among the white men?"
"No! another person will accompany the Chief."
"And who is this person in whom so great a Chief as my brother places confidence?"
"The She-Wolf of the prairies."
Bright-eye suppressed a movement of joy.
"Good," he went on, "my brother can come with the She-Wolf. The Palefaces will receive them kindly."
"My brother, the hunter, will announce the visit of his friends."