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"It may be true," he answered, "that white men are sleeping in the
prairie. If my brother says it, it is true; but what men thus trust to
the generosity of the Tetons, I cannot tell. If there be strangers
asleep, send your young men to wake them up, and let them say why they
are here; every pale-face has a tongue." The chief shook his head with
a wild and fierce smile, answering abruptly, as he turned away to put
an end to the conference--
"The Dahcotahs are a wise race, and Mahtoree is their chief! He will
not call to the strangers, that they may rise and speak to him with
their carabines. He will whisper softly in their ears. When this is
done, let the men of their own colour come and awake them!"
As he uttered these words, and turned on his heel, a low and approving
laugh passed around the dark circle, which instantly broke its order
and followed him to a little distance from the stand of the captives,
where those who might presume to mingle opinions with so great a
warrior again gathered about him in consultation.


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