"Now you have my answer, Red Wolf," the hunter continued, "retire in peace, and no longer disturb the meditations in which I am plunged."
"Then," the Chief remarked, with hesitation, "my father will not do anything for me?"
"Yes, I do much."
"What does my father?"
"I allow you to retire in peace, when, by one sign, it would be easy for me to lay you dead at my feet."
The Indian drew two or three steps nearer the sorcerer, so as almost to touch him; the latter, whose watchful ear had just heard the sound of gentle footsteps coming toward him, did not notice this movement, for all attention was directed to another quarter. Suddenly his frowning brow grew smooth, and a smile played on his lips; he had discovered the cause of this new mystery. "Well," he said to the Chief, "why does Red Wolf remain here, when I gave him the order to withdraw?"
"Because I hope to induce my father to have better feelings toward me."
"My feelings toward the hunter are as they should be; I cannot change them."
"Yes, my father is kind; he will help Red Wolf."
"No, I tell you."