“Tut, tut, man,” stretching himself negligently into a posture of greater ease, “an old soldier learns to take things as they come, without complaint; to extract sweets from every flower.  Surely here is a rare rose we have uncovered blooming in the wilderness; nor am I blind to its beauty, or unmindful of my privileges.  Besides, lad, what is there greatly to worry about?  We are preserved, you tell me, from torture; food will undoubtedly be supplied in plenty, while the lady is surely fair enough to promise pleasant companionship in exile—­provided I ever learn to have private speech with her.  What was the tongue?”

“We conversed in Spanish.”

“I thought as much; there were certain familiar words.  But, as I said, why complain of fate, with all these blessings showered upon us. Pardieu! it would prove us ungrateful wretches.  Surely ’tis better than the tender mercy of O’Reilly, ay, or the hardship and starvation of the trail.”

“You have forgotten your wife.”

“Forgotten? Sacre!  I should say not, Master Benteen; nor is that likely to occur.  Yet what cause have I to worry regarding her present comfort.  Did you not say that the Queen pledged her safety and good care?  What more could I accomplish for her than that, even were we back in New Orleans, beneath French protection?  Saint Denis! you are of a complaining breed, inclined to act as conscience for your betters.  True, there are some few things I greatly miss, that would minister to comfort.  I was ever careful in my toilet, and choice as to my wines in town; still, if these savages have not lost my soaps and brushes, I will strive to exist even here, and be content until a way opens toward that which is better.”

“I greatly admire your patience.”

“Pah! ’tis but the long practice of a soldier.  Yet I am somewhat weary from the night, and, if you have talked enough, will seek rest to dream of Naladi, trusting she may send for me ere long.  Did you note the beauty of her eyes?”

“I marked their cruelty.”

“Le Diable!  I ever admired spirit in a woman; ’tis the greater pleasure to watch them take on softer light.  In such orbs love shines the clearer, once awakened.”

I sat there some time in silence until he fell asleep.  Then, realizing how useless it was for me, wearily as my eyelids drooped, to strive longer in thought, I sought another robe to rest upon, and was soon happily unconscious also.

I presume some unusual noise aroused me, for as I awoke and stared about, unable at the moment to comprehend my situation, I noticed, by evidence of the sun shining through the entrance of the hut, it was already past the noon hour.  Consciousness becoming more acute, I perceived, standing barely within the shadows of the interior, the dusky figure of a warrior, unarmed, and motionless except for a gesture of the hand which seemed to command my following him.  Retaining concealed within my doublet the sharp knife intrusted to me by Madame, I felt little trepidation at the fellow’s presence, nor was there anything about his countenance to foster alarm, he appearing the least ferocious of aspect of all I had observed among the tribe.  A moment I hesitated, then believing him a messenger from the Queen, I followed his retreating figure out into the sunlight.