Next followed the well known banner, displaying a mountain cat rampant, with the appropriate caution, "Touch not the cat, but (i.e.without) the glove." The chief followed with his two handed sword advanced, as if to protect the emblem of the tribe.

He was a man of middle stature, more than fifty years old, but betraying neither in features nor form any decay of strength or symptoms of age.

His dark red close curled locks were in part chequered by a few grizzled hairs, but his step and gesture were as light in the dance, in the chase, or in the battle as if he had not passed his thirtieth year.

His grey eye gleamed with a wild light expressive of valour and ferocity mingled; but wisdom and experience dwelt on the expression of his forehead, eyebrows, and lips.

The chosen champions followed by two and two.