"Rita, Red Wolf says the talking leaves must tell you about the blue-coat soldiers or he will burn them up."
"I'm going to keep them."
"I won't let him touch them."
"But, Ni-ha-be, they do tell about the soldiers. Look here."
She picked up another of the magazines, and turned over a few leaves.
"There they are. All mounted and ready to march."
Sure enough, there was a fine wood-cut of a party of cavalry moving out of camp with wagons.
Over went the page, and there was another picture.
Ten times as many cavalry on the march, followed by an artillery force with cannon.
"Oh, Rita! Father must see that."