The Chief interrupted himself. The monk was on the point of answering that he did not know the fact, and cared very little about learning it, but a moment's reflection made him understand the danger of such an answer to a man so irritable as the one he was now talking with.
"The brothers of the Chief were ungrateful to him," he replied with feigned interest, "and the Sachem left them; after shaking off his moccasins at the entrance of their village."
The Chief shook his head in negation.
"No," he answered, "the brothers of Blue-fox loved him, they still weep for his absence; but the Chief was sad, a friend had abandoned him, and took away his heart."
"Ah!" said the monk, not at all understanding.
"Yes," the Indian continued; "Blue-fox could not endure the absence of his friend, and left his brothers to go in search of him."
"Of course you have found the person again, Chief, to whom you devoted yourself?"
"For a long time Blue-fox sought, but did not succeed in obtaining any news of him; but one day he at length saw him again."
"Good, and now you are re-united?"
"My father does not understand," the Indian answered drily.