"Good!" the chief answered. "How is it the hunters have with them Unicorn's wife?"
"Sunbeam can answer that question best," Valentine said gravely.
The chief turned to his squaw.
"I am waiting," he remarked.
The Indian woman repeated, word for word, to her husband the story she had told a few minutes before. Unicorn listened without evincing either surprise or wrath: his face remained impassive, but his brows were imperceptibly contracted. When the woman had finished speaking, the Comanche chief bowed his head on his chest, and remained for a moment plunged in serious thought. Presently he raised his head.
"Who saved Sunbeam from the river when she was about to perish?" he asked her.
The young woman's face lit up with a charming smile.
"These hunters," she replied.
"Good!" the chief said, laconically, as he bent on the two men glances full of the most unspeakable gratitude.
"Could we leave her to perish?" Valentine said.