"Look at that warrior. Do you not see it is Red Wolf?"
"That is true. Well?"
"Well, I have reasons for believing that he is not so great an enemy as he appears to be."
"Are you sure of it?"
"Silence! we shall soon see."
The three men saluted each other courteously in the Indian fashion, by laying the right hand on the heart, and holding out the other open, with the fingers apart and the palm turned outwards.
"My brother is welcome among his Paleface brothers," Bright-eye said; "does he come to sit at the council fire, and smoke the calumet in my wigwam?"
"The hunter will decide. Red Wolf comes as a friend," the Indian answered.
"Good," the Canadian remarked; "did Red Wolf then fear treachery from his friend, that he brought so large a body of warriors with him?"
The Blackfoot smiled cunningly.