"Yes, my brother told me that his friend was in the great lodge of the palefaces, but he did not say at what place."
"Hum! And if I tell you shall I be free?"
"Yes, if my brother has not a forked tongue: if he speaks the truth, so soon as we land on the bank, he will be free to go where he pleases."
"A poor favour!" the lepero muttered, shaking his head.
"Well," the chief continued, "what will my brother do?"
"My faith!" Cucharés said, suddenly making up his mind, "I have done for Don Martial all it was humanly possible to do. Now that he is warned, each for himself. I must save my skin. Stay, chief; follow the direction of my finger. You see those mangroves on the projecting point?"
"I see them."
"Well, behind those mangroves you will find the man you call the Great Buffalo."
"Good! The Black Bear is a chief; he has only one word; the paleface shall be free."
"Thanks."