Chief

Peace, tribesmen!

Tavwots

Perhaps we shall have peace when we have a leader against whom neither the gods nor women have a spite. Tribesmen, who shall lead the going out but he who planned it?

Indians

Hi! Hi! Padahoon! Padahoon! (They fling the collar about his neck. Tavwots hands him the bonnet.) Hi! Hi! The Sparrow Hawk.

Padahoon

Do not count on me too much with the Chisera; all this time I have kept in camp with my wound I have reasoned with her, but still she refuses me.

Chief

There shall be an end to that—