"I mean to save my master, by Jove!" the Breton said, resolutely. "The only thing is, that I do not know how to set about it."
"Prairie-Flower knows. She will help the Paleface."
"Is what you promise really true, young girl?"
The Indian maid smiled.
"The Paleface will follow Prairie-Flower and Red Wolf," she said; "they will lead him to a spot where he will find friends."
"Good; and when will you do it, my good girl?" he asked, his heart palpitating with joy.
"So soon as the Paleface is ready to start."
"At once, then, at once!" the Breton exclaimed, hurriedly rising, and hurrying to his horse.
Prairie-Flower and Red Wolf had concealed their steeds in the centre of a clump of trees. Ten minutes later, and Ivon and his guides quitted the clearing where they had met; it was about midnight when they started.
"My poor master!" the Breton muttered. "Shall I be permitted to save him?"