"Whar," he asked, "will the Council be held?"
"On de flat, at foot of hill. Half way," replied Amos.
"When?"
"Bime by, to-day. Two, mebbe tree hour. Beeg chief wait word."
"All right, then. Go an' tell the chief that the white men will come to the Council. Is that the will of all?" and Sol glanced around the room.
"Ay, ay," came the response as one voice. "It is well."
"It is well," repeated Amos, as he and his companions turned and left the building.
Pritchen, too, hastened away. In the excitement of the moment no one thought of him. Terrified, filled with rage, he reached his own cabin, stumbled through the door, and flung himself upon his cot.