"Thanks," she answered.
"How is it that you are here?"
"And you?" she said, answering one question by another.
"Oh, I!" he said, shaking his head, "that is a sad story."
"What does my brother mean?" Red Wolf asked.
"Good, good," the Breton said, turning his head; "that is my business, and not yours. First, tell me what brings you to me, and I will then see if I may confide to you what has happened to my master and myself."
"My brother is prudent," Prairie-Flower answered, "he is right: prudence is good on the prairie."
"Hum! I wish my master had heard you make that remark, perhaps he would not be where he now is."
Prairie-Flower gave a start of terror.
"Wah! has any misfortune happened to him?" she said, in an agonized voice.