“The red-man has been waiting. When the moon first touched the tops of the trees he was to be here. It’s light is now creeping down the trunks.”
“Yes, I know I am late, but now that I am here tell me how you have succeeded?”
“Has the pale-face forgotten his promise?”
“No; here is the gold; the rest you shall have at the proper time. Now, about your mission.”
“He who would keep should watch also. When the fawn wanders far from the horns of the buck, the wolves are soon on its trail.”
“Yes, yes; but tell me plainly what you mean.”
“The eye of Black Eagle is keen, his arm is strong and his horse swift.”
“Bah! with your Indian circumlocution. Tell me about the girl, man. Have you got her?”
“There is mourning and blackened faces in the wigwam of her tribe.”
“You have carried her off then?”