"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To Santa Fe, to deliver your father."
"I will go with you."
"Come," said Unicorn.
"No," Valentine interposed, authoritatively. "Your place is not there, Don Pablo; leave the Comanche warriors to act as they please; they do not need your help to carry out their plans properly. Remain with me."
"Command me, my friend," the young man said with resignation; "I have perfect confidence in your experience."
"Good. You are reasonable. Brother," he added, turning to the chief, "you can start. The sun is already high in the horizon; may Heaven grant that you may succeed!"
Unicorn gave the signal for departure. The Comanches uttered their war yell, while brandishing their arms, and started at a quick amble, the only pace they know. Curumilla then rose, and wrapped himself in his buffalo robe; Valentine watching him, inquiringly.
"Does my brother leave us?" he said.
"Yes," the Araucano answered, laconically.