"I repeat to my brother that the Apaches will not fail."
"Those confounded Mexicans fight like demons; the man who commands them seems to have galvanized them, they second him so well. There was only one good officer in the Mexican army, and we are obliged to fight against him. It is really most unlucky."
"The Chief of the Yoris is not invulnerable. The arrows of the Apaches are long—they will kill him."
"Nonsense," the other said ill-temperedly; "this man seems to have a charm that protects him. Our Kentuckian rifles are wonderfully true, and our marksmen possess a far from common skill; but no bullet can hit him."
"While coming to this grotto, Blue-fox raised the scalp of a Chief of the Yoris."
"Ah!" the first speaker observed with indifference.
"Here it is; this man was the bearer of a necklace."
"A letter, by Heavens!" the other exclaimed anxiously; "What have you done with it? You have not destroyed it, I trust?"
"No, the Chief has kept it."
"You did well. Show it to me, perhaps it is important."