"What is the matter? What can I do to help you?" he asked.
Just as she was about to reply, the curtain was lifted; a man bounded suddenly over Ivon, and reached the centre of the hut. It was the spy; the Breton suddenly aroused, flung himself on him, but the Indian held him back with a firm hand.
"Look out!" he said.
"Red Wolf!" the girl exclaimed, joyfully, as she stepped before him; "lower your weapons, it is a friend."
"Speak!" the Count said, as he returned the pistol to his belt.
The Indian had made no attempt to defend himself; he awaited stoically the moment to explain himself.
"Natah Otann is coming," he said to the maiden.
"Oh! I am lost if he find me here."
"What do I care for the fellow?" the Count said, haughtily.
"Prudence," Bright-eye interposed; "are you a friend, Redskin?"