"The deuce!"
"And then you will add—retain my exact words, you must repeat them to him to the very letter."
"I listen with all my ears, and will engrave them on my memory."
"Black Elk, the hour is come! You understand that, do you not?"
"Perfectly, señorita."
"You swear to do what I ask of you?"
"I swear it," he said, in a solemn voice. "At sunrise, I will go to the trapper; I will give him an account of the events of the night, and will add—Black Elk, the hour is come. Is that all you desire of me?"
"Yes, all, my kind doctor."
"Well, then, now endeavour to get a little sleep, señorita; I swear to you by my honour, that what you wish shall be done."
"Again, thank you!" the young girl murmured, with a sweet smile, and pressing his hand.