Curumilla rose.
"Koutonepi forgets," he quietly remarked.
"What do I forget?" the hunter asked.
"Koutonepi is the brother of Unicorn, the great Comanche Sachem."
Valentine struck his forehead in his delight.
"That is true," he exclaimed; "what was I thinking about? On my honour, chief, you are our Providence: nothing escapes you."
"Is my brother satisfied?" the chief asked joyously.
Valentine pressed his hand warmly.
"Chief," he exclaimed, "you are the best fellow I know; I thank you from my heart: however, we understand each other, I think, and need say nothing about that."
The Araucano Ulmen warmly returned his friend's pressure, and sat down, merely muttering one word, which contained all his impressions—