"Me--see--beeg Chief--queeck." The orderly looked him over and hesitated.
"What do you want Big Chief for ?" "Me--want--say somet'ing," said the little man, fighting to recover his breath, "somet'ing beeg--sure beeg." He made a step toward the door.
"Halt there!" said the orderly sharply.

"Keep out, you half-breed!" "See--beeg Chief--queeck," panted the half-breed, for so he was, with fierce insistence.
The orderly hesitated.

A year ago he would have hustled him off the porch in short order.

But these days were anxious days.

Rumors wild and terrifying were running through the trails of the dark forest.
Everywhere were suspicion and unrest.