“Waiting to catch me?”
The Indian nodded.
“What does Old Tassel do at Turkey Town?”
The Jumper hesitated, loyalty to his people vieing with gratitude to his rescuer.
“The shamans perform the sacred rites very soon,” he slowly retorted.
“For going to war?” sharply demanded Sevier, his gaze contracting.
“They have looked in the great crystal and found war floating in it.”
“When did they go to water?”
“They do not begin the rites till two days from now.”
Sevier leaped to his feet and glared eagerly toward the north. Wheeling about, he caught the Jumper by the arm and said—