"Let my brother come, then, since he wishes it."
"Good; my brother is vexed; a cloud has passed over his face. He is wrong; his friend loves him."
"I know it, chief, I know it. I am not vexed, but my heart is sad to see a warrior thus run the risk of being killed without any necessity."
"Unicorn is a sachem; he must give an example to his young men on the warpath."
Valentine gave a nod of assent.
"Here are the horses of the palefaces," Curumilla said; "my brother will need them."
"That is true," the hunter answered, with a smile; "my brother is a great chief—he thinks of everything."
Everyone mounted, Unicorn alone remaining a-foot. Valentine placed the Alferez by his side.
"Caballero," he said to him, "you will act as our guide to the camp. We do not wish to take the lives of your countrymen; our intention is simply to prevent them following us at present. Pay attention to my words: if you attempt to deceive us, I blow out your brains. You are warned."
The Spaniard bowed, but made no reply. As for the prisoners, they had been so conscientiously tied by Curumilla that there was no chance of their escaping. The little band then set out, Unicorn disappearing among the trees. When they came a short distance from the bivouac, a sentry challenged, "Who goes there?"