"They are."
"When will they come to my jacal?"
"That depends on my father. They await his good pleasure."
The Black Bear began smoking again silently. A long period was thus spent.
"Nothing new has happened during my absence?" the Black Bear asked, shaking the ash out of his calumet on his thumb.
"Three chiefs of the prairie Comanches have arrived, sent by their nation to treat with the Apaches."
"Wah!" the chief said. "Are they renowned warriors?"
"They have many wolves' tails on their moccasins. They must be valiant."
The Black Bear nodded his head in affirmation.
"One of them, it is said, is the Jester," the Little Panther continued.