The Indian Chief. Gustave Aimard

The Indian Chief - Gustave Aimard


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a thing for me to refuse."

      Valentine smiled, and drew his knife, whose dazzling blade emitted a bluish flash.

      "Even if convincing reasons are offered you?"

      "I do not know any," the bandit answered with a grin.

      "Oh, oh!" Valentine remarked. "Still I hope I shall alter your opinion."

      "Try it. Stay!" he added, suddenly changing his tone. "Enough of that sort of farce. I am in your power—nothing can save me. Kill me—no matter, I shall not say a word."

      The two men exchanged glances of strange expressiveness.

      "You are an idiot," Valentine answered coldly; "you understand nothing."

      "I understand that you want to know the secrets of the expedition."

      "You are a fool, my dear friend. Did I not tell you that I knew all?"

      The bandit seemed to reflect for a minute.

      "What do you want, then?" he said.

      "Merely to buy you."

      "Hum! that will be dear."

      "You do not say no?"

      "I never say no to anything."

      "I see you are becoming reasonable."

      "Who knows?"

      "At how much do you estimate your share of this night's booty?"

      El Buitre looked at him as if wishful to read the thoughts in his heart.

      "Hang it! that will mount high."

      "Yes, especially if you are hung!"

      "Oh!"

      "Everything must be foreseen in such a business."

      "You are right."

      "The more so as, if you refuse the bargain I offer you, I will kill you like a dog."

      "That's a chance."

      "It is very probable. So take my word, let us bargain. Give me your figure."

      "Fifteen thousand piastres," the bandit exclaimed; "not an ochavo less."

      "Pooh!" Valentine said, "that is little."

      "Eh?" he remarked in amazement.

      "I will give you twenty thousand."

      In spite of the bonds that held him the bandit gave a start.

      "Done!" he exclaimed; but in a moment added, "Where is the sum?"

      "Do you fancy me such a fool as to pay you beforehand?"

      "Hang it! I fancy——"

      "Nonsense! You are mad, compadre. Now that we understand one another, let me undo you—that will freshen up your ideas."

      He took off the reata. El Buitre rose at once, stamped his foot to restore the circulation, and then turning to the hunter, who stood watching him laughingly, with his hands crossed on the muzzle of his rifle, said—

      "At least you have some security to give me?"

      "Yes, and an excellent one."

      "What?"

      "The word of an honest man."

      The bandit made a gesture; but Valentine continued, not seeming to notice it—

      "I am the man whom the whites and Indians have surnamed the 'Trail-hunter.' My name is Valentine Guillois."

      "What!" El Buitre exclaimed with strange emotion, "are you really the Trail-hunter?"

      "I am," Valentine answered simply.

      El Buitre walked up and down the platform hastily, muttering in a low voice broken sentences, and evidently a prey to intense emotion. Suddenly he stopped before the hunter.

      "I accept," he said hurriedly.

      "Tomorrow you shall receive your money."

      "I will none of it."

      "What do you mean?"

      "Valentine, allow me to remain master of my secret for a few days; I will then explain my conduct to you. Though I am a bandit, every feeling is not yet dead in my heart; there is one which has remained pure, and that is gratitude. Trust to me. Henceforth you will not have a more devoted slave, either for good or evil."

      "Your accent is not that of a man who has the intention of deceiving. I trust to you, asking no explanation of your sudden change of feeling."

      "At a later date you shall know all, I tell you; and now that we are alone, explain to me your plan in all its details, in order that I may help you effectively."

      "Yes," Valentine said, "time presses."

      The two men remained alone for about two hours discussing the hunter's plan, and when all was settled they separated—Valentine to return to the mission, and El Buitre to rejoin his companions, who were concealed a short distance off.

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