"My son is not accustomed to be in the company of the Guaycurus," said he.
"Why this question, chief?"
"Because," answered he, "if it were otherwise, the young pale chief would know that the Guaycurus warriors never drink that liquid which the whites name ardent spirits, and which makes them stupid; the water from the springs which the Great Spirit, Macunhan, has profusely scattered in the desert is sufficient to slake their thirst."
"Excuse my ignorance, chief; I had no intention of offending you."
"Where there is no intention, as the paleface says," answered the old chief, smiling, "an injury cannot exist."
"Well spoken, my master," gaily pursued the young man. "I should have been annoyed if an inconsiderate action on my part had disturbed the good understanding which ought to exist between us; so much the more, as I wish to ask you a few questions, if it is not inconvenient."
The meal was concluded. The two chiefs had rolled up some tobacco in palm leaves, and were smoking; the officers had lighted their cigars.
"What are the questions that the paleface wishes to ask me?" pursued the Indian.
"First, let me tell you, that since chance has brought me among you, I am a prey to continual astonishment."
"Epoï!" said the chief, smiling; "Indeed!"