"My brother has come far?" went on Lafond cunningly.
"Far," repeated the youth politely.
"His eyes have seen the waters of the Great River?"
The savage bowed.
"Perhaps his pony was lost there?"
"It may be."
"The sight of the white man frightened him and he was drowned?"
The Indian's eyes flashed.
"It may be so."
"On his back my brother bears great scars," said Lafond suddenly after a short pause; "but they are the scars of a brave man. He bears other scars on his face; they are the scars of shame."