"No, but my brother will be so in an hour."
"Bah!" the Canadian said, carelessly; "many things can happen within an hour."
Natah Otann withdrew, secretly admiring the intrepid countenance of his prisoner; but, after taking a few steps, he reflected, and returned to Bright-eye's side.
"Let my brother listen," he said, "a friend speaks to him."
"Go on, chief, I am all ears."
"My brother is a strong man; his heart is great," Natah Otann said; "he is a terrible warrior."
"You know something of that, chief, I fancy," the Canadian replied.
The sachem repressed a movement of anger.
"My brother's eye is infallible, his arm is sure," he went on.
"Tell me at once what you want to come to, chief, and don't waste your time in your Indian beating round the bush."