His form was bent, his step faltering.

His two associates followed.

Not one of those present dared to look at them.

None of them noticed the deeply, mournfully significant glance which the cacique, while he crept through the door, exchanged with Topanashka.
The address which the governor had directed to the official penitents was a mere formality, but a formality that could not be dispensed with.
It was an act of courtesy toward those who in the tribe as well as in the council represented the higher powers.

But as these powers are conceived as being good, it is not allowed to speak in their presence of anything that might, in the remotest manner even, bear evil consequences such as disunion and strife.