"What is my brother's name?" he resumed.
"Joan," the Indian said; "in remembrance of a warrior of the palefaces whom I killed."
"Good," Don Tadeo replied, with a melancholy smile; "my brother is a chief renowned in his tribe."
Joan smiled haughtily.
"My brother has arrived from his village; he has, no doubt, business to transact with the palefaces."
"My father is mistaken," the Indian replied sharply; "Joan asks the help of no one; when he is insulted, his own lance avenges him."
"My brother will excuse me," Don Tadeo said; "he must have some reason for coming to me."
"I have one," said the Indian.
"Let my brother explain himself then."
"I will answer my father's questions." said Joan, bowing.