"Come, that sounds like reason. I thought my old friend had only caught a fit of spleen from the Englishman. I trust it will soon be over. Meanwhile, we'll see what the ladies are doing."
He stepped up to the curtain, and tried to open it, but in vain.
"Is it not allowed?" said he to the old man.
"My brother must seek another squaw. Rosa shall not enter his wigwam."
In the adjoining chamber a sound was heard. It resembled a cry of joy, but presently subsided into a gentle murmur, of one in prayer.
The pirate stood stupefied opposite to the curtain. "Our alliance broken off, the door shut in my face!" muttered he. "Eh bien! nous verrons." And so saying, he left the hut. The next minute he again put his head in at the door.
"I suppose I may make use of my own boat?" said he. "It is likely that I may have unwelcome visitors during my absence."
"When the chief of the Salt Lake is on the war-path, he knows how to meet his foes."
"Sensibly spoken for once," said the pirate.
"My brother is hungry," said the Miko, pointing to his daughter, who now entered the room with several dishes.