"Pardon, master," quickly interrupted Tyro, "if I interrupt you. Did you speak of separating?"
"Yes, my friend, and believe me, that this causes me real sorrow; but I have no right to condemn you any longer to share my bad fortune."
"You are then discontented with my services, master? If it is so, excuse me, I shall try for the future better to understand your intentions, in order to execute them to your entire satisfaction."
"What!" cried the young man, with a joyful surprise, "You intend to follow me, notwithstanding the bad position in which I am, and the dangers of all kinds which surround me?"
"These dangers would themselves be an additional reason for me not to leave you, master," he answered, with emotion, "if I had already not decided on not abandoning you. Although I may not be of much account—although I may be but a poor Indian—nevertheless, there are certain occasions when one is happy to know that there is a devoted heart available."
"Tyro," said the Frenchman, profoundly touched with the simple and sincere affection of this man, "you are no longer my servant, you are my friend, take my hand. Whatever may happen, I shall never forget what has passed this moment between us."
"Thank you, oh! Thank you," answered he, kissing his hand; "then you agree that I shall accompany you."
"Pardieu!" cried he, "It is now between us for life and death; we will never leave each other more."
"And you will speak to me as before."
"I will speak to you as you wish; are you content?" pursued he with a smile.