The two chiefs exchanged a second glance.
"He shall see him," replied Trangoil-Lanec; "Antinahuel is at his village."
"Good!" said Valentine. "In that case we will set out tomorrow."
"My brothers shall not go alone."
"What do you mean by that?" Valentine asked.
"The Indian soil is not safe for palefaces; my brother has saved my life, I shall follow him."
"My brother has preserved me a friend," said Curumilla, who had till that time preserved silence; "I shall follow him."
"You cannot think of such a thing, chief," Valentine remarked. "We are travellers whom chance knocks about at its pleasure; we know not what destiny has in reserve for us, nor whither it will conduct us, after having seen the man to whom we are sent."
"What does it signify?" Curumilla replied; "where you go, we will go."
The young men were greatly moved by such frank and noble devotion.