“Uff! Two ears. Two scouts?”
“Yes. My brothers have not considered everything. Intschu-Tschuna, the chief of the Apaches, is a very wise warrior. When he saw that his people had killed four Kiowas he said to himself that the Kiowas would be avenged, and set out to spy upon you.”
“Uff! uff! He himself?”
“Yes, and his son Winnetou.”
“Uff! He too? Had we known that, we would have captured the two dogs. I must hasten back to tell this to the chief, that he may call out more braves. We are enough for a surprise, but not if we are expected. Will Sam and Old Shatterhand ride with me?”
“Yes; not to Tangua, the chief of the Kiowas, but to our camp.”
“That I cannot do.”
“Hear what I say. Would you take Intschu-Tschuna, the chief of the Apaches, a prisoner alive?”
“Uff!” cried the Kiowa as if electrified, and his voice was ear-splitting. Then he said: “If my brother has a jest on his tongue I will not bear it.”
“Nonsense! I am in earnest. In five or six days at most, and I can’t tell how much sooner, you can capture the chief and his son Winnetou alive.”