"Those are really our animals galloping down there," Will said; "I recognise Sultan, my good horse."
"And Dolly, my poor milch cow," Mrs. Black said, with a sigh.
"Console yourselves," Diana said, "I'll answer for it these people are bringing back our cattle."
The emigrant shook his head in agitation.
"The Indians never give up what they have once seized; but, by my soul, I'll have it out with them, and not let myself be robbed without a trial for it."
"Wait a minute, father," said Will, stopping him, for the emigrant was about to leap over the intrenchments, "we shall soon know what their intentions are."
"Hum! they are very clear, in my idea. The demons want to propose to us some disgusting bargain."
"Perhaps, father, you are mistaken," Diana said, quickly; "and see, they are stopping, and apparently consulting."
In fact, on arriving within gunshot, the Indians halted, and began talking together.
"Why shall we not go on?" the Count asked Bright-eye.