“Which of them are likely to be absent?”
“The mico-mico will not be there.”
“Ha! Is Omatla sure of that?”
“Sure. Onopa’s tents are struck: he has already left the ground.”
“Whither has he gone?”
“Back to his town.”
“And his people?”
“Most of them gone with him.”
For some moments the two generals communicated together in a half whisper. They were apart from me: I did not not hear what they said. The information just acquired was of great importance, and seemed not to discontent them.
“Any other chief likely to be absent to-morrow?” they asked, after a pause.