They took but two or three steps forward and then stopped full in the blaze of the firelight, where every feature showed like carving in the red glow.
The hidden watchers recognized at once the three who had come.

They were Braxton Wyatt, Yellow Panther the Miami chief, and Red Eagle the Shawnee chief.

Paul repressed a little cry of amazement that he should see the two Indian leaders so far from the territory of their tribes.

They must intend much to come such a journey.
Braxton Wyatt stepped back a little, as if having performed his function of guide he would now remain awhile in the background, but the two great chiefs stood motionless, side by side, magnificent specimens of savage life, bronze of skin, tall of figure, powerful of chest, thin, eagle-like faces, and defiant scalp-locks waving above.

The imaginative Paul, seeing how well they fitted into the wilderness scene, was forced to admire.