"Asch'eth (it is good)," he said presently; "my brother has killed a Long Knife and a Yori."
And he returned the scalps to the warrior.
"Have the palefaces discovered the trail of the Apaches?"
"The palefaces are moles; they are only good in their great stone villages."
"What has my son done?"
"The Panther executed the orders of the sachem point by point. When the warrior perceived that the palefaces would not see him, he went towards them mocking them, and led them for three hours after him into the heart of the desert."
"Good! My son has done well. What next?"
"When the palefaces had gone far enough the Panther left them, after killing two in memory of his visit, and then proceeded to the camp of the warriors of his nation."
"My son is weary: the hour of rest has arrived for him."
"Not yet," the Indian replied seriously.