CHAPTER XV.
THE TRAUMEREI AGAIN.
An hour passed in this mysterious and strange tranquillity--the noon hour of night.

The warriors seemed contented and satisfied.

Many of them were old; some of them remembered the coming of the first ships to the Columbia, and a few of them the long visit of Vancouver.

They knew the wisdom of Umatilla, and seemed proud that his will had been so readily obeyed.
But not so with the biters.

They were young, and they had plotted on this night to begin hostilities against the settlers.