"No."
"¡Cuerpo de Cristo! That is annoying; for, if my presentiment do not deceive me, we shall soon have to play at knives."
"We will do so."
"I know it, Brighteye. I have long been acquainted with your courage; but you, Ruperto your comrade, and myself, are only three men, after all."
"What matter?"
"What matter? you say, when we shall have to fight thirty or forty hardened hunters! On my word, Brighteye, you will drive me mad with your notions. You doubt about nothing; but remember, that this time we have not to contend against badly-armed Indians, but white men, thorough game for the galleys, who will die without yielding an inch, and to whom we must inevitably succumb."
"That is true; I did not think of that; they are numerous."
"If we fall, what will become of her?"
"Good, good," the hunter said, with a shake of his head. "I repeat to you that I did not think of that."
"You see, then, that it is indispensable for us to come to an understanding with Marksman and the men he may have at his disposal."