"My brother is mistaken; he requires allies, for the enemy he will have to fight is powerful."
"That is possible. But I should like to know these allies, at any rate; I am not inclined to league myself with the villainous bandits, who flock to the desert and dishonour our colour. I am a frank and honest hunter, for my part."
"My brother has spoken well," the chief answered, with a smile; "he can be at rest, and place entire confidence in those to whom I am about to lead him."
"Who are they, then?"
"One is the father of the maiden the Apaches have carried off, the others—"
"Stay, chief," the hunter quickly exclaimed, "that is sufficient, I do not want to know the rest. We will start when you please, and I will follow you anywhere."
"Good; my brother will get the horses ready, while I give some indispensable orders to my squaw."
Harry bowed in sign of acquiescence, and deftly accomplished the task, while the Comanche took his wife aside, and conversed with her in a whisper.
"Now we will go," the Comanche said, as he returned to the hunter.
"Does not Sunbeam accompany us?" Ellen asked.