[CHAPTER II.]
A TRAIL DISCOVERED.
Our friends would probably have remained for a long time plunged in their present state of beatitude had not a slight sound in the river suddenly recalled them to the exigencies of their position.
"What's that?" the Count said, flipping off the ash from his cigar.
Bright-eye glided among the shrubs, looked for a moment, and then calmly returned to his seat.
"Nothing," he said; "two alligators sporting in the mud."
"Ah!" the Count said. There was a moment's silence, during which the hunter mentally calculated the length of the shadow of the trees on the ground.
"It is past midday," he said.
"You think so," the young man remarked.
"No; I am sure of it, sir Count."