"Hold on a bit, general!" were his deliberately uttered words.
Then, with the most perfect coolness, he drew his knife and severed the cords which bound the wrists of Fall-leaf.
"And who are you?" asked Price in surprise.
"Your best friend, of course, general," was the laconic reply.
"I doubt it!"
"Then you believe I lie, do you?"
"Yes!"
"Well, I will not lie then. I am your enemy. The reason I called myself your friend was, because I intended to give you good advice!"
"Indeed! And what is this good advice?"
"Why, general, that you are too far from the main body of your troops with so small an escort. You had better return!"