"There they are. All mounted and ready to march."
Sure enough, there was a fine woodcut 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."
"Of course he must; but that is not all."
Another leaf was turned, and there was a view of a number of Indian chiefs in council at a fort, with a strong force of both cavalry and infantry drawn up around them.
Rita had not read the printed matter on any of those pages, and did not know that it was only an illustrated description of campaigning and treaty-making on the Western plains. She was quite ready to agree with Ni-ha-be that Many Bears ought to hear at once what the talking leaves had to say about so very important a matter.
It was a good time to see him now, for he was no longer very hungry, and word had come in from the hunters that they were having good success. A fine prospect of a second supper, better than the first, was just the thing to make the mighty chief good-tempered, and he was chatting cosily with some of his "old braves" when Rita and Ni-ha-be drew near.
They beckoned to Red Wolf first.