The Comanche Chief was silent for a moment, looking fixedly at the hunter, who watched him with equal attention.
"Unicorn is my friend," Valentine continued. "I have a perfectly new rifle: if it pleases my brother, I will give it to him."
At this insinuation a slight smile enlivened the chief's face.
"Good: I accept the rifle," he answered. "It is a proper weapon for a sachem. My brother has my word. Who is the warrior he wishes to save?"
"Black Cat."
"Wah! I suspected it: however, no matter, my brother, can be at his ease. Black Cat shall be saved."
"I thank my brother," Valentine said warmly. "I see that his heart is noble! He is a great warrior!"
Then, alter affectionately pressing the chief's hand, Valentine returned to his station, suppressing a sigh of satisfaction.