"Only some. Not any more talk now. Come, Ni-ha-be."
"Talk Apache, so I can hear. You shall not say any more words to him. Tell me his words."
Ni-ha-be's jealous pride was touched to the quick at finding that Rita possessed still another accomplishment that she had not.
Rita quickly explained all that had been said, but she did it in a way that told both her sister and Steve Harrison that she was a good deal excited about something.
"Come, Ni-ha-be, come."
"I will. There is Red Wolf. We must hurry."
Poor Rita! The terrible whooping and clamor and tumult all around her confused her more than ever. She was glad there was enough of it to keep Ni-ha-be from asking her any questions; but it seemed as if she would be willing to give her favorite pony to hear a few words more in that strange tongue—the tongue she had known once, and forgotten, till the talking leaves began to speak it to her.
Pretty soon the girls were mingling with their friends and relatives, and crowding as closely as they dared upon the line of warriors in their eagerness to get a glimpse of the prisoners by the light of the camp fires.
It was getting late, but Many Bears had work to do before he could think of calling for a luncheon, or going to his lodge. He had seen his captives safely bound and put away under guard, and he now summoned his old men for a brief but very important "talk."
Murray had guessed right when he said he would be sent for, but he had not waited for the arrival of any messenger. The words were hardly out of the mouth of Many Bears before a brave in the crowd responded,