"Does my brother remain here?" he asked.
"I am at my father's orders," the Indian replied.
"May I trust my brother?"
"Joan has but one heart and one life."
"My brother has spoken well; I will be grateful to him."
The Indian bowed.
"Let my brother return here on the third sun; he shall place us upon the track of Curumilla."
"On the third sun Joan will be ready."
And saluting the three gentlemen gracefully, the Indian retired to take a few hours of a repose which his great exertions had rendered necessary.