I have long looked for one fit to grow by my side.

Now have I found him.

Le Balafre is no longer without a son; his name will not be forgotten when he is gone! Men of the Tetons, I take this youth into my lodge." No one was bold enough to dispute a right, that had so often been exercised by warriors far inferior to the present speaker, and the adoption was listened to, in grave and respectful silence.

Le Balafre took his intended son by the arm, and leading him into the very centre of the circle, he stepped aside with an air of triumph, in order that the spectators might approve of his choice.

Mahtoree betrayed no evidence of his intentions, but rather seemed to await a moment better suited to the crafty policy of his character.