"Trust to me for that, Marksman," Brighteye eagerly interposed; "I know what it is to play at hide and seek with the Indians. It is not the first time this happens to me; and I remember, in 1845, at the hour I was—"
"I know," the Canadian cut him short, "that you are not the man to let yourself be surprised, my friend, and that is enough for me; but keep a good lookout, so as to be ready at the first signal."
"And what will that signal be? for we must understand one another thoroughly, in order to avoid any misunderstanding, which, annoying at all times, would, in our present circumstances, be utter ruin."
"You are right. When you hear the cry of the hawk repeated thrice, at equal intervals, then you must act vigorously."
"That is understood," Brighteye said; "trust to me for that."
"I am ready," Marksman said to the Chief. "What must I do?"
"In the first place, dress yourself," Flying Eagle answered.
"What! dress myself?" the hunter said, surveying his person with surprise.
"Wah! does my brother fancy he will enter Quiepaa Tani in his Paleface clothes?"
"That is true; an Indian disguise is absolutely necessary. Wait a minute."