At last the chief grunted out something, and, dismounting, seated himself down upon the ground, young men taking his horse and leading it away.

Others, apparently also of rank, came and sat down.

Franklin and his friends joined the rude circle of what they were glad to see was meant to be an impromptu council.
White Calf arose and faced the white men.
"White men go!" he said, his voice rising.

"Injun heap shoot!" "B'gad, I believe the haythen thinks he can scare us," said Battersleigh, calmly.
Franklin pointed to the carcasses of the buffalo, and made signs that after they had taken the meat of the buffalo they would go.

Apparently he was understood.