At his side, from a belt of blue leather swung a silver-mounted small sword.

His leggins were of superfine blue cloth and his moccasins of deerskin.

Both were trimmed with small beads of many colors.
The new chief advanced into the opening amid the dead silence that still held all, and Timmendiquas stepped forward to meet him.

These two held the gaze of everyone, and what they and they alone did had become of surpassing interest.

Each was haughty, fully aware of his own dignity and importance, but they met half way, looked intently for a moment or two into the eyes of each other, and then saluted gravely.
All at once Henry knew the stranger.