"Wah! Let my son explain."
At this remark Don Martial, who was listening attentively to all that was said, felt his heart contract, he knew not why. The Indian continued,—
"There are others beside the Long-knives in the desert; the Little Panther has discovered another trail."
"Another trail?"
"Yes. It is not very visible: there are seven horses and three mules in all. I recognised one of the horses."
"Wah! I await what my brother is about to tell me."
"Six Yori warriors, having a woman with them, have entered the desert."
The chiefs eyes flashed fire.
"A palefaced woman?" he asked.
The Indian bowed in affirmation. The sachem reflected for a moment, and then his face re-assumed that stoical mask which was habitual to it.