“I am known as Ta-lah-lo-ko, and am chief of that western tribe of Indians called Alachuas,” answered Rene, who was not yet ready to reveal his true identity.  “If it suit thy convenience, I would have a word with thee in private concerning important matters.”

Upon this De Gourges invited his visitor to come on board the ship and meet him in his own cabin, where he would with pleasure converse with him.

As Rene stepped upon the quarter-deck, and passed through the group of gentlemen who still occupied it, they regarded him with the liveliest curiosity.  It was not unmixed with admiration; for his tall and handsome though slight figure was set off by a costume which, though becoming to him and fashioned with the best of Indian art, was strange to their civilized eyes.

The long tresses of his sunny hair were bound by a simple fillet, and in them was twined the Flamingo Feather that proclaimed his rank.  His face was tanned by the burning suns of that country to a shade but little lighter than that of his Indian companions, and after the custom of the Alachuas he had added to it here and there a touch of war-paint.  From neck to feet he was clad in garments of fawn-skin, that fitted like a glove to his person.  These had been made soft as velvet by the Indian process of curing, and were exquisitely embroidered and fringed.  Over his shoulders was flung a light mantle of feathers, woven of the glistening plumage of many rare birds and fastened by a clasp of two great pearls set in virgin gold.  In his hand he bore a slender lance, of which the shaft was of dark wood highly polished, and the tip was a splinter of purest rock-crystal.

He crossed the quarter-deck, and descended to the admiral’s cabin with a proud and dignified bearing, as became his station, but which greatly belied his feelings, for he was wellnigh overwhelmed by the joyful emotions he experienced at being once more among his countrymen.

In the cabin he was most courteously received by De Gourges, and invited to a seat; but before taking it he inquired with a trembling voice,

“Oh, sir, know ye aught of a certain noble chevalier of France, by name Rene de Laudonniere, and whether he be still alive or no?”

“Ay, that I do.  He of whom thou speakest is not only alive, but is well known to me.  Not only that, but it is owing to his pitiful tale of cruel wrong done to him and those with him in this country that I am here at this present moment.  But thou art overcome with emotion; what had he to do with thee?”

Upon thus learning that his dearly beloved uncle had escaped, and was yet alive, Rene had sunk into a seat, and buried his face in his hands.  In a moment he obtained mastery of himself, and looking up, answered,

“He was all and more to me than an own father; for I am his only nephew, Rene de Veaux.”

At the utterance of this name De Gourges sprang to his feet, and regarding his visitor intently, exclaimed,