"Do you think the redskins are blind? You forget them in your calculation of future happiness."
"Explain yourself," continued the young man.
"I cannot at present. You are young in the desert, but you have clever and devoted friends. Above all, you have Bright-eye, honest, devoted, intelligent. Tell him all I have said, and to work. You have not a moment to lose to save her."
At this moment the three Canadians came in at one door, Oliver and Captain Durand at the other. Before anyone else could speak, Oliver rushed forward.
"Captain," he said to the outlaw, "I can never thank you enough. I know all. Command me in every way."
"I shall remind you of your promise."
"And my wretched persecutor—you will bring him to me?"
"Yes; and place in your hands papers to confound him," cried the outlaw; "papers which prove your rank."
The conversation now became general. The two Canadians had been at work, and warned all the sachems.
But everything had been done without exciting suspicion. All went on just as usual in the village.