"Is my brother on the hunting trail?"
"I am on no trail, chief, I am rambling about for amusement."
Running Water gave a distrustful look, for Indians never allow that anyone does anything without a motive.
"Then my brother is not going anywhere?" he continued.
"Indeed no, I am letting my horse guide me."
"Wah! My brother is very merry."
"It is the case, I assure you; and the proof is that so soon as I leave you I shall turn back."
The Indian reflected for a moment.
"Will my brother consent to smoke the calumet at the fire of a chief?"
"I do not see any obstacle. Indian hospitality is great; and my ride has given me an appetite which I shall not be sorry to appease."