"Hum! Natah Otann does not fear much in this world."
"Why, Bright-eye, I never saw you in this state before. Did I not know you so thoroughly, I should say you were afraid."
"Hang me! if I'll try to conceal it," the hunter replied, quickly. "I am afraid, and terribly so."
"You?"
"Yes; but not for myself; you know that during the time I have journeyed on the prairies, if the Redskins could have killed me, they would have done so. Hence, I am perfectly calm on my own account, and were there only myself—"
"Well?"
"I should not be at all embarrassed."
"Whom are you afraid for, then?"
"For you."
"Me!" the Count exclaimed, as he reclined carelessly in the easy chair. "You do these scamps a deal of honour. With my whip I would put all these hideous people to flight."