It was Basil who had counselled the running of the turkeys and led on to the chase.
Instead of giving way to despair, however, both felt that they must take some steps for the recovery of their lost brother.
"What is to be done ?" said Lucien.
Basil now became himself again.

The hope of saving Francois restored him to his wonted energy and courage.
"Is it better we should remain here ?" asked Lucien, who knew that his brother's strong judgment would decide upon the best plan.
"No," replied the latter; "it is of no use.

_I_ could not have found my way back, but for the tracks of my horse.

Francois will not think of that; and even if he did, _his_ horse is a _mustang_, and the prairie is covered with mustang tracks, running in every direction.

No, no, he will never come back here, except by chance; and there are a thousand chances to one against it.