"That is of no concern of mine, chief," he replied carelessly, "especially if the prisoners are Spaniards."
"My brother does not love the Spaniards?"
"I should think not, the chief must remember the place where he met me a short time back."
"That is true; my brother has not a deceitful tongue, he is the friend of the redskins."
"I think I have proved that to you."
"Good! Running Water is one of the first sachems of his nation, his word is good; let my brother go and fetch his ammunition, he will find the chief at the gathering place appointed for the tribe."
"Very good, but where is it?"
"All the hunters know it; it is the teocali of Zoltepec; will my brother come?"
"I will try, chief; but, as you know, men are subject to the will of the master of life. If I missed the appointment you so graciously make with me, you must not be angry."
"The chase will not begin before the eighth sun of the coming moon. The chief will wait for his brother the Sumach until the second sun before the hunt."