The Insurgent Chief. Gustave Aimard

have seen you act courageously – only I wish to know if this courage is white or red; if it shines as much in darkness and solitude as in broad daylight, and before the crowd – that's all."

      "Thus put, I understand the question, but I do not know how to answer it, not having ever found myself in a situation where it was necessary for me to employ the kind of courage of which you speak. I can simply, and in all confidence, assure you of this – that day or night, alone or in company, in default of bravery, pride would always prevent me from retreating, and would constrain me to front my adversaries, whoever they might be, if they stood before me to oppose my will, when I had formed a resolution."

      "I thank you for that assurance, master, for our task will be arduous, and I shall be happy to know that you will not abandon me in the great danger in which I shall be placed, and my devotion to you."

      "You can count on my word, Tyro," answered the painter; "so, banish all afterthoughts, and boldly march ahead."

      "That I will do, master, you may depend. Now, let us leave that, and come to the news that I had to tell you."

      "Just so," said the painter; "what is this news – good or bad?"

      "That depends, master, on how you estimate it."

      "Good; let me know first."

      "Do you know that the Spanish officers, whom they were going to try tomorrow, or the day after, have escaped?"

      "Escaped!" cried, the painter, with astonishment, "When was that?"

      "This very morning; they passed near here scarcely two hours ago, mounted on horses of the Pampas, and galloping furiously in the direction of the Cordilleras."

      "Upon my word, so much the better for them – I am delighted at it, for, as matters go in this country, they would have been shot."

      "They would have been shot certainly," said the Indian, nodding his head.

      "That would have been a pity," said the young man. "Although I know very little about them, and they have placed me, by their fault, in a rather difficult position, I should have been sorry if any misfortune had happened to them. So you are certain that they have really escaped?"

      "Master, I have seen them."

      "Then, bon voyage! God grant that they may not be retaken."

      "Do you not fear that this flight may be prejudicial?"

      "To me! Why?" cried he, with surprise.

      "Have you not been indirectly implicated in their affairs?"

      "That is true, but I believe I have nothing to fear now, and that the suspicions which had been excited against me have been completely dissipated."

      "So much the better, master; however, if I may give you advice – believe me, be prudent."

      "Come, talk candidly. I see behind your Indian circumlocutions a serious thought which possesses you, and which you wish me to share. Respect, or some fear that I cannot understand, alone prevents you from explaining yourself."

      "Since you demand it, master, I will explain myself, especially as time presses. The flight of the two Spanish officers has awakened suspicions which were but suppressed; and now they accuse you of having encouraged them in their project of flight, and of having procured them the means of accomplishing it."

      "I! Why, that is impossible! I have not once seen them since their arrest."

      "I know it, master; however, it is as I say; I am well informed."

      "Then my position becomes extremely delicate; I do not know what to do."

      "I have thought of that for you, master; we Indians form a population apart in the town. Disliked by the Spaniards, scorned by the Creoles, we sustain one another, in order to be in a position, in case of need, to resist the injustice they may design to do us. Since I have occupied myself with preparations for your journey, I have communicated with several men of my tribe, engaged in the families of certain persons in the town, in order to be informed of all that passes, and to warn you against treachery. I knew yesterday evening that the Spanish officers were going to escape today at the rising of the sun. For several days, aided by their friends, they have planned their flight."

      "I do not yet see," interrupted the painter, "what relation there is between this flight and anything which concerns me personally."

      "Wait, master," pursued the Indian, "I am coming to that. This morning, after having aided you to disguise yourself, I followed you and entered the town. The news of the flight of the officers was already known – everybody was talking of it. I mixed myself in several groups, where this flight was commented on in a hundred different ways. Your name was in every mouth."

      "But I knew nothing of this flight."

      "I know it well, master; but you are a stranger – that is enough for them to accuse you – so much the more as you have an enemy determined on your ruin who has spread abroad this report, and given it consistency."

      "An enemy! – I!" said the young man, astounded; "It is impossible!"

      The Indian smiled, sarcastically.

      "Soon you will know it, master," said he; "but it is useless to occupy ourselves with him at this moment; it is you we must think of – you that we must save."

      The young man shook his head sadly.

      "No," said he, with a sad voice; "I see that I am really lost this time; all that I might do would but hasten my destruction; better resign myself to my fate."

      The Indian looked at him for some moments with an astonishment that he did not seek to dissimulate.

      "Was I not right, master," he resumed at last, "to ask you at the commencement of this conversation, if you had courage?"

      "What do you mean?" cried the young man, suddenly collecting himself, and darting a look at the Indian.

      Tyro did not lower his eyes; his countenance remained impassive, and it was with the same calm voice, with the same careless accent, that he continued:

      "In this country, master, courage does not resemble in anything what you possess. Every man is brave with the sabre or the gun in hand – especially here, where, without reckoning men, we are constantly obliged to struggle against all kinds of animals of the most destructive and ferocious character; but what signifies that?"

      "I do not understand you," answered the young man.

      "Pardon me, master, for teaching you things of which you are ignorant. There is a courage that you must acquire – it is that which consists in appearing to give in when the strife is unequal – reserving yourself, while you feign flight, to take your revenge later. Your enemies have an immense advantage over you; they know you; they therefore act against you with certainty, while you do not know them. You are liable at the first movement you make to fall into the snare spread under your feet, and thus to give yourself up without hope of vengeance."

      "What you say is full of sense, Tyro; only you speak to me in enigmas. Who are these enemies whom I do not know, and who appear so determined on my destruction?"

      "I cannot yet tell you their names, master; but have patience – a day will come when you will know them."

      "Have patience! – It's very well to say that. Unhappily, I am up to my neck in a trap, out of which I do not know how to escape."

      "Leave it to me, master; I will answer for all. You will escape more easily than you think."

      "Hum! That appears to me very difficult."

      The Indian smiled, as he slightly shrugged his shoulders.

      "All the whites are like this," murmured he, as if he were speaking to himself; "in appearance their conformation is the same as our own, and, nevertheless, they are completely incapable of doing the least thing by themselves."

      "It is possible," answered the young man, nettled at this uncomplimentary remark; "that involves a number of considerations too long to explain to you, and which, moreover, you would not understand; let us return to what ought solely to occupy us just now. I repeat, that I find my position desperate, and that I do not