"Miantinomo!" exclaimed Nahma, bitterly. "By what right does he make such a claim?"
"By the right of a strong arm," replied the other.
"Is he loved and respected as was Longfeather?"
"No; he is hated by many and feared by all."
"Why, then, was he allowed to assume authority?"
"Because there was none other to dispute him."
"If one should come——?" began Nahma, hesitatingly.
"If one should come wearing the Belt of Seven Totems, or bearing other proof that he is the son of Longfeather," said Sassacus quickly, and with a meaning glance at his companion, "then would he find many to support his claim."
For a full minute Nahma hesitated, and the young men gazed steadfastly at each other. Then Nahma slowly thrust a hand within his buckskin shirt, and, drawing forth the Belt of Seven Totems, displayed it to his companion.