"The white head must come too. He has the heart of an Apache, and his hand is strong for his friends. We must go now."
He looked at the three miners for a moment, as if he disliked leaving them behind, and then he bounded upon his pony, and the two girls followed him.
"Was he not handsome, Rita?"
Ni-ha-be was thinking of Steve Harrison, but Rita replied:
"Oh, very handsome! His hair is white, and his face is wrinkled, but he is so good. He is a great warrior, too. The bad pale-face went down before him like a small boy."
"His hair is not white. It is brown. His face is not wrinkled. He is a young brave. He will be a chief."
"Oh, that other one. I hardly looked at him. I hope they will come. I want to see them again."
Red Wolf rode fast, and did not pause until he reached the very presence of Many Bears and his counsellors.
There were already signs, in all directions, that the camp was beginning to break up, as well as tokens of impatience on the face of the chief.
"Where go?" he said, angrily. "Why do young squaws ride away when they are wanted?"