"I wish to claim your help in the war of Texas against Mexico."
The young hunter frowned, and for some minutes remained silent.
"Will you refuse?" Tranquil asked, anxiously.
Loyal Heart shook his head.
"No," he said; "I merely feel a repugnance to mingle again with white men, and—shall I confess it? to fight against my countrymen."
"Your countrymen?"
"Yes, I am a Mexican, a native of Sonora."
"Oh!" the hunter said with an air of disappointment.
"Listen to me," Loyal Heart said, resolutely, "after all, it is better I should speak frankly to you; when you have heard me, you will judge and tell me what I ought to do."
"Good! Speak, my friend."