"In all probability he is dead," Tranquil said, in a hollow voice.
"That is all for the best."
At this moment Captain Johnson opened the door.
"A boat, bearing a flag of truce, is hailing the brig; what is to be done?" he asked.
"Receive it, Sangre de Dios! my dear Johnson. This boat, if I am not mistaken, is a bearer of good news."
"Our friends would like you to be present to hear the proposals which will doubtless be made."
"What do you say, Tranquil?" the young Chief asked, turning to the old hunter.
"Go, my boy, where duty calls you," the latter answered; "I feel that I need repose. However, you will not be away long."
"Certainly not, and so soon as I am at liberty again I will return to your side, but merely to have you carried ashore; your condition demands attention you cannot obtain here."
"I accept, my friend, the more so as I believe the land air will do me good."