The veteran scout broke off his speech abruptly, as a light footstep sounded in the hall outside the room, and the lithe figure of the young Pottawattomee, Bright Star, darkened the door.
“Oh, good!” said Ben, jumping to his feet with a smile of welcome. “Here’s Bright Star!”
“Ho!” the youthful savage greeted them, raising his hand in salutation.
“Have a seat, Bright Star,” invited Ben. “What brings you to the village this afternoon?”
“Prairie Wolf gone!” the young chief told them.
“With his whole band?” inquired Bill attentively.
“Ugh! all tepee gone.”
“Going back to join the main tribe, I reckon,” hazarded Tom.
“Wolf travel toward setting sun. Pottawattomee spies see big pale-face with Wolf.”
“A big pale-face, you say?” meditated Bill. “Hm! what’d he look like? How was he dressed?”