"My brother knows all; I repeat, his wisdom is great."
"Now, I presume, you have nothing to add? Very well, good night."
"A moment."
"What more?"
"You must."
"Very well; but make haste."
"My brother has spoken in his own cause, but not in that of Glass-eye; let him wake his friend, and impart our conversation to him; mayhap he is mistaken."
"I do not believe it, chief," the hunter answered, with a shake of his head.
"That is possible," the Indian persisted; "but let my brother do as I have asked him."
"You lay great stress on it, chief!"