We must treat him like a king.

I'll bring 'em in.

You keep the meat a-sizzlin'!" The scout went with the brave to his chief and made a speech of welcome, after which the wily old Splitnose, in his wonderful head-dress, of buckskin and eagle feathers, and his band in war-paint, followed Solomon to the feast.

Silently they filed out of the bush and sat on the grass around the fire.

There were no captives among them--none at least of the white skin.
Solomon did not betray his disappointment.