But, suddenly catching the young Indian's eye, which had in it a savage triumph, she exclaimed: "Cultus Umatilla--" The old chief stepped forward and lifted his hands.
"Pil-pil" (blood), said Benjamin.

"There are hawks in the air--" "Be still!" said the chief.
"-- they whet their beaks," continued Benjamin.

"Potlatch!" The whole company were filled with excitement or terror.

Gretchen trembled, and began to cry.

Three Indians were seen coming down the trail, and the sight seemed to fill Benjamin with a mysterious delight.