The Indian began laughing.
"Wah!" he said, "my brother is very clever; nothing escapes him."
"By Jingo! there is no great cleverness in guessing what you are doing here."
"Good! then let my brother listen."
"I will do so, but on the condition that you lay aside once for all those Indian circumlocutions in which you so adroitly conceal your real thoughts."
"My brother will open his ears, the words of his friend will reach his heart."
"Come, make an end of it."
"As my brother loves Glass-eye, he will tell him from Natah Otann that a great danger threatens him."
"Ah!" the Canadian said, casting a suspicious glance at the other, "and what may the danger be?"
"I cannot explain further."