The angry debate that succeeded did not last long; it was but the ebullition of a common sentiment, to which the expression by one voice was alone wanting.
It found it in the same youthful warrior who had spoken before.
The feelings of the warriors being known, he, as well as any other, good give them voice.
“The chosen of the tribe have decided,” said he, amidst perfect silence; “I will proclaim their answer.”
“Do so,” Oluski said, simply raising his head.
“They despise the white chief’s bribe, offered for the bones of our ancestors. They bid me ask Oluski what answer he intends making to the pale-face.”
The old chief rose hastily to his feet, his form and eyes dilated.
Glancing proudly around the assembly, he cried out, in a clear ringing voice.
“Oluski’s answer is written here.”
As he said this, he struck his spread palm upon his breast.