"Confound you! you are at it again," the young man said with a smile. "I have told you to call me by my Christian name; but if you do not like that, call me like the Indians."
"Nay!" the hunter objected.
"What is the name they gave me, Bright-eye? I have forgotten."
"Oh! I should not like, sir—"
"Eh?"
"Edward, I meant to say."
"Come, that is better," the young man remarked laughingly; "but I must beg of you to repeat the nickname."
"They call you 'Glass-eye.'"
"Oh, yes! that's it;" the Count continued his laugh. "Only Indians could have such an idea as that."
"Oh," Bright-eye went on, "the Indians are not what you suppose them; they are as crafty as the demon."