"How ungrateful men are!" the monk said, ironically, as he raised his hypocritical eyes to Heaven; "I, who am his dearest friend."
"Enough," Red Cedar said, furiously; "we cannot remain here, so let us go back."
"What, again?"
"Do you know any other road, demon?"
"Where is Nathan?" the squatter suddenly asked; "has he fallen off?"
"Not such a fool," the young man said, with a laugh; "but I have changed my dress."
He parted the leaves that hid him, and his comrades gave a cry of surprise. Nathan was clothed in a bearskin, and carried the head in his hand.
"Oh, oh!" said Red Cedar, "That is a lucky find; where did you steal that, lad?"
"I only had the trouble to take it off the branch where it was hung to dry."
"Take care of it, for it may be of use ere long."