"My brother is master!"
"I will go and meet these hunters; let Eagle Head keep his young men in the camp till my return."
"That shall be done."
Loyal Heart threw his gun upon his shoulder, gave Belhumeur a shake of the hand, and a smile to the Comanche chief, and then directed his course to the forest, at that pace, at once firm and easy, which was habitual to him.
He soon disappeared among the trees.
"Hum;" said Belhumeur, lighting his Indian pipe, and addressing Eagle Head, "you see, chief, that in this world, it is not often a bad speculation, to allow ourselves to be guided by our hearts."
And satisfied beyond measure with this philosophical fancy, which appeared to him quite to the purpose, the Canadian enveloped himself in a thick cloud of smoke.
By the orders of the chief, all the sentinels spread round the outskirts of the camp were called in.
The Indians awaited with impatience the result of Loyal Heart's proceedings.