"That is also my opinion," the hunter remarked. "What do you think, chief?" he said, turning to Curumilla.
The Araucano shook his head.
"No," he said, "Red Cedar loves gold."
"That is true," said Valentine: "besides, the Apaches are too near us. You are right, chief: we must therefore proceed northward?"
Curumilla nodded an assent.
"No horses," he said, "they destroy a trail."
"We will go on foot. Have you Red Cedar's measure?"
Curumilla fumbled in his medicine bag, and produced an old worn moccasin.
"Oh!" Valentine said eagerly; "that is better still: let us be off at once."
They broke up the conference.