CHAPTER IX.
THE INDIAN DOGS.
The first shots which the red grave-diggers fired at the escaping party roused the Indian village.
The braves who guarded Hondurah’s empty lodge sprung to their feet and listened intently.
Suddenly the sound of hasty feet greeted their ears, and a moment the sachem halted before them. He did not speak, but darted to the lodge, and throwing wide the curtains, leaped across the threshold.
Then a cry of rage and disappointment cleft the darkness of the lodge. The guards turned as Hondurah reappeared.
“Where Yucata?” he demanded.
“Gone to catch the owl that hooted.”
“Where Clearwater?”
“Gone to see Omaha put in the ground.”
For a moment the chief was silent.