He was pacing back and forth, somewhat in the fashion of the white man, and his manner implied thought.
"I could bring him down from here with a bullet," said Shif'less Sol, "but I ain't ever goin' to shoot at the chief, Henry." "No," said Henry, "nor will I.But look, there's another." A second figure came out of the dark and joined the first.

It was also that of a chief, powerful and tall, though not as tall as Timmendiquas.
It was Thayendanegea.

Then three white figures appeared.

One was that of Braxton Wyatt, and the others they took to be those of "Indian" Butler and his son, Walter Butler.

After a talk of a minute or two they entered one of the wooden houses.
"It's to be a conference of some kind," whispered Henry.