"Leave that to me," answered Bevoir. "I'll take good care that he does not bother you again."
By skillful questioning Pontiac managed to learn a great deal of what was in Bevoir's mind, and he saw at once that the Frenchman was indeed an enemy to the young pioneer. Then Valette began to talk, saying Morris should never cross the path of the Indians again, once he and Bevoir got their hands upon him.
"Pontiac wishes him to live," said the chief shrewdly.
"He shall not die," said Bevoir. "But we shall take care that he comes not to this neighborhood again."
Pontiac said he would think it over. He felt certain that Bevoir and Valette were up to some foul deed, and was half inclined to send them from the village.
"While Pontiac thinks it over can I speak to the prisoner?" asked Jean
Bevoir.
After some hesitation Pontiac allowed him to see Dave, and soon the two were face to face in the hut. Pontiac wished to set a spy to listen to what was said, but another matter claimed his attention.
"Jean Bevoir!" cried Dave. "What brings you to this place?"
"Not so loud!" answered Jean Bevoir in a whisper. "Morris, I am your friend, believe me."
"My friend?" ejaculated the young pioneer.