Benjamin's eyes blazed.

"Closche nanitch" (look out), he said. "I am an Umatilla. Siwash (Indian)
will remember. There are hawks in the sky."

"Kamooks" (dog), returned Mrs. Woods, defiantly. "Kamooks."

She would have said "cultus" had she dared. "Cultus" is the most insulting
word that can be applied to an Indian, and, when it is used, it invites
the most deadly revenge. The word had come to her lips, but she had not
the courage to invoke the consequences of such a taunt.

But the young Indian further excited her. He shook the rod at her, and her
passion mastered her prudence. She struggled with herself, and was silent
for a few moments. But, suddenly catching the young Indian's eye, which
had in it a savage triumph, she exclaimed:

"Cultus Umatilla--"

The old chief stepped forward and lifted his hands.

"Pil-pil" (blood), said Benjamin. "There are hawks in the air--"

"Be still!" said the chief.

"--they whet their beaks," continued Benjamin. "Potlatch!"

The whole company were filled with excitement or terror. Gretchen
trembled, and began to cry. Three Indians were seen coming down the trail,