"When?"
"At once."
"Where is he then?"
"I left him over there, at the verge of the forest. He is waiting for the Chief."
Blue-fox started at this remark, and fixed on the monk a glance which seemed trying to read the most secret thoughts of his heart.
"Why did he not accompany my father here?" he said.
The monk assumed the most simple look possible.
"On my faith, I do not know," he answered; "but of what consequence is it?"
"It is pleasanter to converse on the prairie."
"Do you think so? Well, it is possible. For my part I do not see any difference between here and there."