"The capture of Miss Angela was a thing arranged between Lagrenay and Tubash-Shah, who thought to get her from me."
"Thanks to you, the plot is exploded."
"He still hopes to kill his rival, steal his wife, become possessor of the treasure you know of," cried Tom Mitchell, "and become chief of the tribe. With these schemes in their heads, Lagrenay and Tubash-Shah are allies."
"It is a horrible plot. How did you discover it?"
"No matter; my spies have served me well. I knew the plan of the conspirators, and hence have come in such force. I shall be able to thwart them. Do you now attend to the immediate safety of the chiefs of this nation and people."
"I will take measures at once."
"Above all, be cautious. You have to deal with desperate and cunning rascals," urged Tom Mitchell.
The three Canadians, grandfather, father, and son, went out, leaving behind only George Clinton and his friend.
"Now, Mr. Clinton," said the outlaw, "though we met under unpleasant circumstances, we are friends."
"I see no reason why we should not be," he replied.