"Perhaps we may."
"We must!"
This was said in a positive tone.
"Very well," the chief replied, after a moment's pause; "my sister may depart—she shall see me again."
"Till then, farewell, then," she said, and rode away at a quick pace.
She soon disappeared in a cloud of dust, and the chief returned thoughtfully to his toldo.
"Woman," he said, to his mother, "I am going to the great toldería of the palefaces."
"I heard everything last night," the Indian woman replied, sorrowfully; "my son is wrong."
"Wrong! how, or why?" he asked, passionately.
"My son is a great chief; my sister deceives him, and makes him subservient to her vengeance."