He did not seem to be a captive, neither did he seem to belong to the village. It was an enigma that none of the trio could solve.
That the man had some purpose in coming to the village was certain, for no man would be foolish enough to go in among his enemies, unless he had some object in view.
They could not hear the words that were uttered, but they saw the warriors as they started forward, and then saw them fall upon their knees around the mysterious rider and his white steed.
Who he was they could not guess, neither could they think of any reason that would make the Indians afraid of him.
The Red Wizard soon got up and went off, followed by the pale-face and his horse. The Indians gave way for them, and dared not go within five feet of the stranger, for fear they should accidentally touch him, and they remembered what the Manitou had said respecting their touching him.
They did not want to be killed by a thunderbolt, and hence they kept away from the White Wizard.
The latter by using his ventriloquist powers had completely subdued the magician, and the latter now feared him greatly.
The Comanches were afraid of their Wizard, for they had seen the inside of his hut, and they knew that it contained such things as skeletons, snakes, reptiles, and many other horrible things.
Therefore when a person appeared who could make the Red Wizard bow to him, it was but natural that they should fear him.
Barry Le Clare was shown to the large medicine-lodge, and he entered, taking his horse with him.