"Out with it."
"Keep a few paces from the Chief, not before or behind, but on his right hand, if possible."
"Very good; I understand."
"Well, I trust you will succeed."
"Oh, now I fear nothing, as I am armed."
After uttering these words, the monk rose and walked away with a quick and firm step. The Canadian looked after him for some time.
"Is he a traitor?" he muttered.
"I do not think so," Loyal Heart answered.
"May Heaven grant it!"
"What is your plan?"