"Is my brother certain of what he says?" the chief asked sharply.
"The Comanche warriors refused to give their names when they learned the absence of my father. They answered it was well, and that they would await his return."
"Good! They are chiefs. Where are they?"
"They have lighted a fire, round which they are camping."
"Time is precious. My brother will warn the Apache chiefs that I await them at the council fire."
The Little Panther rose without replying, and quitted the jacal.
For about an hour the Indian chief remained alone buried in thought: at the end of that time the sound of several approaching men could be heard outside. The curtain was raised by the Little Panther, who walked in.
"Well?" the Black Bear asked.
"The chiefs are waiting."
"Let them come in."