"You do not believe me," pursued she; "you are wrong, Arnal; I will keep my promise."
"For your own sake, I fear the time when we shall again see our friends."
"Do not disquiet yourself about that, brother. I will be as cold and as impenetrable as a rock."
"You must not go from one extreme to the other. Without manifesting too much joy, you must assume an expression of frank and cordial satisfaction, in again meeting with the friends and brethren of our tribe."
"Well, I understand you, brother; you will have no occasion to be dissatisfied with me."
At this moment a warrior approached.
"Has Arnal remarked that the track becomes more decided?" asked he.
"What thinks my brother, the Agonti?"
"I think that we are on the track of a numerous troop of horsemen."
"Are they whites or native warriors?"