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The two, although they could not like Bright Sun, began to have a certain deference for him. The old sense of power he had created in their minds increased greatly, and now it was not merely a matter of mind and manner; all the outward signs, the obvious respect in which he was held by everybody and the way in which the eyes of the warriors, as well as those of women and children, followed him, showed that he was a great leader.
After ten days or so in the great lodge of the Akitcita, d.i.c.k and Albert were removed to a small bark tepee of their own, to which they were content to go. They had no arms, not even a knife, but they were already used to their captivity, and however great their ultimate danger might be, it was far away for them to think much about it.
They observed, soon after their removal, that the life of the village changed greatly. The old women were not often to be found in the shadow of the lodges playing Woskate Tanpan, the men gave up wholly Woskate Painyankapi, and throughout the village, no matter how stoical the Sioux might be, there was a perceptible air of excitement and suspense. Often at night the boys heard the rolling of the Sioux war drums, and the medicine men made medicine incessantly inside their tepees. d.i.c.k chafed greatly.
"Big things are afoot," he would say to Albert. "We know that the Sioux and our people are at war, but you and I, Al, don't know a single thing that has occurred. I wish we could get away from here. Our people are our own people, and I'd like to tell them to look out."
"I feel just as you do, d.i.c.k," Albert would reply; "but we might recall our promise to Bright Sun. Besides, we wouldn't have the ghost of a chance to escape. I feel that a hundred eyes are looking at me all the time."
"I feel that two hundred are looking at me," said d.i.c.k, with a grim little laugh. "No, Al, you're right. We haven't a chance on earth to escape."
Five days after their removal to the small lodge there was a sudden and great increase in the excitement in the village. In truth, it burst into a wild elation, and all the women and children, running toward the northern side of the village, began to shout cries of welcome. The warriors followed more sedately, and d.i.c.k and Albert, no one detaining them, joined in the throng.
"Somebody's coming, Al, that's sure," said d.i.c.k.
"Yes, and that somebody's a lot of men," said Albert. "Look!"
Three or four hundred warriors, a long line of them, were coming down the valley, tall, strong, silent men, with brilliant headdresses of feathers and bright blankets. Everyone carried a carbine or rifle, and they looked what they were--a truly formidable band, resolved upon some great attempt.
d.i.c.k and Albert inferred the character of the arrivals from the shouts that they heard the squaws and children utter: "Sisseton!"
"Wahpeton!" "Ogalala!" "Yankton!" "Teton!" "Hunkpapa!"
The arriving warriors, many of whom were undoubtedly chiefs, gravely nodded to their welcome, and came silently on as the admiring crowd opened to receive them.
"It's my opinion," said d.i.c.k, "that the Seven Fireplaces are about to hold a grand council in the lodge of the Akitcita."
"I don't think there's any doubt about it," replied Albert.
They also heard, amidst the names of the tribes, the names of great warriors or medicine men, names which they were destined to hear many times again, both in Indian and English--Sitting Bull, Rain-in-the-Face, Little Big Man, and others. Then they meant nothing to either d.i.c.k or Albert.
All the chiefs, led by Bright Sun, went directly to the lodge of the Akitcita, and the other warriors were taken into the lodges of their friends, the Mendewahkantons. Then the women ran to the lodges and returned with the best food that the village could furnish. It was given to the guests, and also many pounds of choice tobacco.
d.i.c.k and Albert had made no mistake in their surmise. The great council of the Seven Fireplaces of the Sioux was in session. All that day the chiefs remained in the lodge of the Akitcita, and when night was far advanced they were still there.
d.i.c.k and Albert shared the excitement of the village, although knowing far less of its nature, but they knew that a grand council of the Seven Fireplaces would not be held without great cause, and they feared much for their people. It was a warm, close night, with a thin moon and flashes of heat lightening on the hilly horizon. Through the heavy air came the monotonous rolling of a war drum, and the chant of a medicine man making medicine in a tepee near by went on without ceasing.
The boys did not try to sleep, and unable to stifle curiosity, they came from the little bark lodge. One or two Sioux warriors glanced at them, but none spoke. The Sioux knew that the village was guarded so closely by a ring of sentinels that a cat could not have crept through without being seen. The boys walked on undisturbed until they came near the great council lodge, where they stopped to look at the armed warriors standing by the door.
The dim light and the excited imaginations of the boys made the lodge grow in size and a.s.sume fantastic shapes. So many great chiefs had come together for a mighty purpose, and d.i.c.k was sure that Bright Sun, sitting in the ring of his equals, urged on the project, whatever it might be, and would be the dominating figure through all.
Although they saw nothing, they were fascinated by what they wished to see. The great lodge held them with a spell that they did not seek to break. Although it was past midnight, they stayed there, staring at the blank walls. Warriors pa.s.sed and gave them sharp glances, but nothing was said to them. The air remained close and heavy. Heat lightening continued to flare on the distant hills, but no rain fell.
The chiefs finally came forth from the great council. There was no light for them save the cloudy skies and one smoking torch that a warrior held aloft, but the active imagination of the two boys were again impressed. Every chief seemed to show in his face and manner his pride of race and the savage strength that well became such a time and place. Some bore themselves more haughtily and were more brilliantly adorned than Bright Sun, but he was still the magnet from which power and influence streamed.
d.i.c.k and Albert did not know why they knew it, but they knew it.
The chiefs did not go away to friendly lodges, but after they came forth remained in a group, talking. d.i.c.k surmised that they had come to an agreement upon whatever question they debated; now they were outside for fresh air, and soon would return to the lodge of the Akitcita, which, according to custom, would shelter them as guests.
Bright Sun noticed the brothers standing in the shadow of the lodge, and, leaving the group, he walked over to them. His manner did not express hostility, but he made upon both boys that old impression of power and confidence, tinged now with a certain exultation.
"You would know what we have been doing?" he said, speaking directly to d.i.c.k, the older.
"We don't ask," replied d.i.c.k, "but I will say this, Bright Sun: we believe that the thing done was the thing you wished."
Bright Sun permitted himself a little smile.
"You have learned to flatter," he said.
"It was not meant as flattery," said d.i.c.k; "but there is something more I have to say. We wish to withdraw our pledge not to attempt to escape. You remember it was in the agreement we could withdraw whenever we chose."
"That is true," said Bright Sun, giving d.i.c.k a penetrating look.
"And so you think that it is time for you to go?"
"We will go, if we can," said d.i.c.k boldly.
Bright Sun, who had permitted himself a smile a little while ago, now permitted himself a soft laugh.
"You put it well," he said in his precise English, "'if we can.' But the understanding is clear. The agreement is at an end.
However, you will not escape. We need you as hostages, and I will tell you, too, that we leave this village and valley to-morrow. We begin a great march."
"I am not surprised," said d.i.c.k.
Bright Sun rejoined the other chiefs, and all of them went back into the lodge of the Akitcita, while d.i.c.k and Albert returned to their own little tepee. There, as each lay on his rush mat, they talked in whispers.
"What meaning do you give to it, d.i.c.k?" asked Albert.
"That all the Sioux tribes are going to make a mighty effort against our people, and they're going to make it soon. Why else are they holding this great council of the Seven Fireplaces? I tell you, Al, big things are afoot. Oh, if we could only find a chance to get away!"
Albert rolled over to the door of the lodge and peeped out.
Several warriors were pacing up and down in front of the rows of tepees. He rolled back to his rush mat.
"They've got inside as well as outside guards now," he whispered.
"I thought it likely," d.i.c.k whispered back. "Al, the best thing that you and I can do now is to go to sleep."
They finally achieved slumber, but were up early the next morning and saw Bright Sun's words come true. The village was dismantled with extraordinary rapidity. Most of the lighter lodges were taken down, but how much of the place was left, and what people were left with it, the boys did not know, because they departed with the warriors, each riding a bridleless pony. Although mounted, their chance of escape was not increased. Warriors were all about them, they were unarmed, and their ponies, uncontrolled by bridles, could not be made to leave their comrades.
d.i.c.k and Albert, nevertheless, found an interest in this journey, wondering to what mysterious destination it would lead them.
They heard behind them the chant of the old women driving the ponies that drew the baggage on poles, but the warriors around them were silent. Bright Sun was not visible. d.i.c.k surmised that he was at the head of the column.
The clouds of the preceding night had gone away, and the day was cooler, although it was now summer, and both d.i.c.k and Albert found a certain pleasure in the journey. In their present of suspense any change was welcome.
They rode straight up the valley, a long and formidable procession, and as they went northward the depression became both shallower and narrower. Finally, they crossed the river at a rather deep ford and rode directly ahead. Soon the hills and the forest that clothed them sank out of sight, and d.i.c.k and Albert were once again in the midst of the rolling immensity of the plains. They could judge the point of the compa.s.s by the sun, but they knew nothing else of the country over which they traveled. They tried two or three times to open conversation with the warriors about them, trusting that the latter knew English, but they received no reply and gave up the attempt.
"At any rate, I can talk to you, Al," said d.i.c.k after the last futile attempt.
"Yes, but you can't get any information out of me," replied Albert with a laugh.
The procession moved on, straight as an arrow, over the swells, turning aside for nothing. Some buffaloes were seen on the horizon, but they were permitted to crop the bunch gra.s.s undisturbed. No Indian hunter left the ranks.