"I will tell you, but first help me to come down; we are not comfortably situated for conversing, especially for what I have to tell you, chief."
"Good; I await my brother."
Valentine fastened his lasso to a branch and prepared to slide down, but Curumilla laid a hand on his shoulder.
"What do you want, chief?"
"Is my brother going down?"
"You see," Valentine said, pointing to the lasso.
Curumilla shook his head with an air of dissatisfaction.
"Red Cedar!" he said.
"Ah, Canarios!" the hunter exclaimed, as he struck his forehead, "I did not think about him. Why, I must be going mad. By Jove, chief! You are a precious man, nothing escapes your notice—wait."
Valentine stooped, and forming his hands into a speaking-trumpet, shouted—