[CHAPTER IX.]
THE MEETING.
The preceding explanations given, we will resume our story at the point where we left it at the end of chapter seven. Sunbeam, without speaking, offered the Spanish girl a piece of paper, a species of wooden skewer, and a shell filled with blue paint. The Gazelle gave a start of joy.
"Oh, I understand," she said.
The chief smiled.
"The whites have a great deal of knowledge," he said, "nothing escapes them; my daughter will draw a collar for the pale chief."
"Yes," she murmured, "but will he believe me?"
"My daughter will put her heart in that paper, and the white hunter will recognise it."
The girl heaved a sigh.
"Let us try," she said.