There was the same air of expectancy that had preceded
the arrival of Timmendiquas. All the warriors looked toward the
eastern wall of the forest, and Henry looked the same way.
Presently the black foliage parted, and a man stepped forth,
followed at a little distance by seven or eight others. The
stranger, although tall, was not equal in height to Timmendiquas,
but he, too, had a lofty and splendid presence, and it was
evident to anyone versed at all in forest lore that here was a
great chief. He was lean but sinewy, and he moved with great
ease and grace. He reminded Henry of a powerful panther. He was
dressed, after the manner of famous chiefs, with the utmost care.
His short military coat of fine blue cloth bore a silver epaulet
on either shoulder. His head was not bare, disclosing the scalp
lock, like those of the other Indians; it was covered instead
with a small hat of felt, round and laced. Hanging carelessly
over one shoulder was a blanket of blue cloth with a red border.
At his side, from a belt of blue leather swung a silver-mounted
small sword. His leggins were of superfine blue cloth and his
moccasins of deerskin. Both were trimmed with small beads of
many colors.
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