The stranger's eye flashed fire.
"We will fight them," he said.
The Indian gave an almost imperceptible shrug of his shoulders.
"No," he said; "that is no good; we must not fight at this moment."
"Speak then, in the devil's name," the stranger exclaimed, impatiently, "and explain your plan to us."
The Indian smiled.
"My brother is quick," he said.
Bloodson, ashamed of having given way to his temper, had already regained his coolness.
"Pardon me, chief; I was wrong."
And he held out his hand, which Unicorn took and pressed warmly.