Then he returned to the forest, and all waited in the splendid calm of the Indian.
Curiosity pricked Henry like a nettle.

Who was coming now?
It must be some man of great importance, or they would not wait so silently.
There was the same air of expectancy that had preceded the arrival of Timmendiquas.

All the warriors looked toward the eastern wall of the forest, and Henry looked the same way.

Presently the black foliage parted, and a man stepped forth, followed at a little distance by seven or eight others.

The stranger, although tall, was not equal in height to Timmendiquas, but he, too, had a lofty and splendid presence, and it was evident to anyone versed at all in forest lore that here was a great chief.