"Good! My brother will see," and turning to the Sachems, who stood motionless and silent a few paces off, the Chief added; "when will this warrior die?"
"Tomorrow at sunset," the most aged of the Indians laconically answered.
"My brother has heard," Black-deer continued; "has he any remark to make?"
"Only one."
"My brother can speak, our ears are open."
"Blue-fox does not fear death, but ere he goes to hunt on the happy hunting grounds, beneath the powerful eye of the Wacondah, he has several important matters to settle on this earth."
The Comanches bowed in assent.
"Blue-fox," the Apache Chief continued, "has a necessity to return among the warriors of his nation."
"How long will the Chief remain absent?"
"One whole moon."