"Perhaps, in that circumstance, Chief, you were a little too quick, and allowed your passion to carry you away, but you have so many reasons for hating the Americans that I dare not blame you."
"Then, I can still count on my brother's assistance?"
"Why should I refuse it to you, Chief? Your cause is still as it was, that is to say, just; it is my duty to help you, and I will do so, whatever may happen."
"Och! I thank my brother; his rifle will be useful to us."
"Here we are; it is time to form a determination with reference to Monkey-face."
"It is formed," the Chief answered, laconically.
At this moment, they entered a vast clearing, in the centre of which several fires were burning.
Five hundred Indian warriors, painted and armed for war, were lying about in the grass, while their horses, all harnessed, and ready for mounting, were hobbled, and eating their provender of climbing peas.
Round the principal fire several Chiefs were crouching and smoking silently.
The newcomers dismounted, and proceeded rapidly toward this fire, before which Monkey-face was walking up and down in considerable agitation.