Don Mariano looked at the Comanche in surprise.
"What do you mean?" he asked him.
"Our Indian fathers taught us to preserve, on the skins of animals, prepared for the purpose, the interesting events that happened in our tribe in the old ages of the world. The Palefaces know all; they possess the great medicine; they also have collars."
"Certainly, we have books, in which, by means of recognized signs, the history of nations, and even the thoughts of men, can be traced."
The Indian made a gesture of joy.
"Good!" he said; "my father must know these signs, for his head is grey."
"I do know them. Can the simple knowledge I possess be of any service to you?"
Flying Eagle shook his head negatively.
"No," he said; "not to me, but perhaps to others."
"I do not understand you, Chief; be good enough, therefore, to explain yourself more clearly, for I wish to go away before that man regains his consciousness."