"Ask Prairie-Flower," he answered, disdainfully.
"Good; then you have come to save her?"
"Yes."
"You have a way?"
"I have."
"I don't understand anything about it," Ivon said to himself, aside, quite confounded by all he saw; "what a night!"
"Make haste!" said the Count.
"Neither Prairie-Flower nor myself must be seen here," the Red Wolf continued; "Natah Otann is my enemy; there is deadly war between us. Throw all those furs on the girl."
Prairie-Flower, crouching in a corner, soon disappeared beneath the skins piled over her.
"Hum! it is a good idea," Bright-eye muttered: "and what are you going to do?"