Gustave Aimard,
The Indian Scout: A Story of the Aztec City
“ Marksman rose, and stood in front of the old hunter. "Brighteye," he said to him, sternly; "we are fellow countrymen; we love each other like brothers; for many long years we have slept side by side on the prairie, sharing good fortune and ill between us, saving each other's lives a hundred times, either in our struggles with wild beasts, or our fights with the Indians—is it so?""It is true, Marksman, it is true, and anyone who said the contrary would lie," the hunter replied with emotion."My friend, my brother, a great crime has been committed, or is on the point of being committed. ”
