This warrior, dressed in such a strange costume, had something imposing and sinister about him which inspired terror.
For the present we will confine ourselves to saying that Eglantine was not more than fifteen years of age; that she was very beautiful for an Indian girl; and wore, in all its elegant simplicity, the sweet costume adopted by the women of her nation. Ending here this description, which was perhaps too detailed, but which was necessary in order to know the men we have introduced in the scene, we will return to our narrative.
For a long time the two men smoked side by side without exchanging a syllable; at length, the Canadian shook out the ashes of his pipe on his thumb nail, and addressed his companion.
"Is my brother satisfied?" he said.
"Wah!" the Indian answered, and bowing assent; "my brother has a friend."
"Good!" the hunter continued; "and what will the Chief do now?"
"Flying Eagle will rejoin his tribe with Eglantine, and then return to seek the Apache trail."
"For what purpose?"
"Flying Eagle will avenge himself."
"As you please, Chief. I will certainly not try to dissuade you from projects against enemies who are also mine; still, I do not believe you look at the matter in the right light."