"That is true!" Valentine exclaimed as he struck his forehead. "Your idea is a good one, chief."
"My brother will leave me to act. I answer for success on my head."
"Caramba! Act as you please, chief. Still, were it only form's sake, I should not be sorry to know what you intend doing."
"My brother has a white skin, but his heart is Indian. Let him trust to the prudence of a chief; Unicorn knows how to treat with the gachupinos."
"Doubtless."
"Unicorn will go to Santa Fe to speak with the chief of the white men."
Valentine looked at him in amazement. The chief smiled.
"Have I not hostages?" he said.
"That is true," Valentine remarked.
The chief went on:—