"Cari-Lemon," Leon at once answered.
"My brother is truly a man of peace," the other remarked, with a smile. "I," he added, drawing himself up haughtily, "am called Meli-Antou."
"My father is a great chief."
It was Meli-Antou's turn to bow with superb modesty on receiving this flattering qualification.
"My skill supports the world: I am a son of the sacred tribe of the great Chemiin."
"My father is blessed in his race."
"My brother will follow me, and my house will be his during the period that he sojourns in Garakouaïti."
"I am not worthy to shake the dust of my moccasins off on the threshold of his door," Leon replied, modestly.
"Chemiin blesses those who practise hospitality. My brother Cari-Lemon is the guest of a chief; he will therefore follow me."
"I will follow my father, since such is his wish."