"We will keep it," the Indians answered.
"Before the eighth sun," Addick added, "my brother's enemies will be in his power; he will deal with them as he thinks proper."
"And now, what must I do?" Don Estevan asked.
"Here is our plan," Addick replied.
The three men then discussed the plan of campaign they intended to follow, in order to gain the object they proposed. But, as we shall soon see it work out, we will leave it, to return to our other characters.
[1] Cherished one of my heart.
[CHAPTER XXVI.]
A HUNT ON THE PRAIRIE.
The persons collected in Don Miguel's tent could not repress a movement of surprise, almost of terror, at the sudden appearance of Brighteye, pale, bleeding, and with disordered garments. The hunter had stopped in the entrance of the tent, tottering, and looking around with haggard eyes, while his face gradually assumed an expression of sorrow and profound discouragement. All these men, accustomed to the incessantly changing life of the desert, whose courage, incessantly put to the rudest trials, was surprised at nothing, felt themselves, however, shudder, and a foreboding of misfortune.