The Chief nodded an assent.
"Have our friends stopped far from here?"
"No," the Indian said, "I am going to rejoin them, in order to tell them who are the men I have seen. My absence has been long; the Palefaces are soon alarmed. I am going."
"One moment," Brighteye observed. "As chance has brought us together again, perhaps it will be better not to separate again; we shall, possibly, need one another."
"What is your advice, Chief? Will it be better for us to accompany you to your bivouac, or will you join us?"
"We will come hither."
"Make haste, then; for I am curious to know what has happened to you since our separation at the ford of the Rubio."
"Flying Eagle is a good runner," the Chief answered, "but he has only the feet of a man."
"By the way, why did you not come on horseback"
"Our horses were left at the camp of the great river. A trail is better followed afoot."