"Let us make haste," the hunter continued; "we have lost too much time already. Heaven alone knows what may be the consequences of my deed, and the misfortunes that will probably spring from it. It is impossible for me to prevent them, it is my duty to do everything to lessen their effect. Come, Chief, follow me; let us proceed to the camp without further delay."
While uttering these words, the hunter rose with feverish impatience.
"I am unarmed," he said; "the villain has stripped me."
"Let my brother not feel vexed at that," the Indian answered; "he will find the needful arms at the camp."
"That is true. Let us go and look for my horse, which I left a few yards off."
The Indian stopped him. "It is useless," he said.
"Why so?"
"That man has taken it."
The hunter struck his brow in his discouragement. "What shall I do?" he muttered.
"My brother will take my horse."