"My father is right; I am a Jagouas."
"Good! my brother is beloved by Chemiin."
Leon bowed, but said nothing.
"And where are the hunting grounds of my brother's tribe situated?"
"On the banks of the Great Salt Lake."
"And why has my brother left his tribe?"
"To come to Garakouaïti to exercise the skill with which Chemiin has endowed me, and to adore Agriskoui in the magnificent temple which the piety of the Indians has raised to him in the city of the sun."
"Very good! my brother is a wise man."
Leon bowed a second time to this compliment, although his anxiety was extreme, and he knew not how the examination he was undergoing would terminate.
"What is my brother's name?" the Indian asked.