"Oui! Listen! The Indians wish to kill you. I wish to save you. If I do that, will you—you—"
"What?"
"Will you promise to go to your father and tell him I have saved you?"
"Why do you want that?"
"We are now enemies. I wish to be friends. He will be a friend to one who saves his son's life."
"Perhaps, Bevoir." Dave's head was in a whirl. "But this,—of you! I can scarcely believe it! And then that attack on the pack-train!"
"Was Hector Bergerac's work! I can prove it! Come, shall I save you or not?"
"Yes, save me if you can," muttered Dave.
"And you will tell your father of it?"
"Yes."