The Count had risen; before sitting down, he mechanically cast a glance on the immense plain which lay so calmly and majestically at his feet.
"Eh!" he suddenly exclaimed, "what is that down there?—look, Bright-eye."
The hunter rose and looked in the direction indicated by the Count.
"Well—do you see nothing?" the young man remarked.
Bright-eye, with his hand over his eyes to shield them from the glare of the sun, looked attentively without replying.
"Well?" the Count said, at the expiration of a moment.
"We are no longer alone," the hunter answered; "there are men down there."
"How men? We have seen no Indian trail."
"I did not say they were Indians."
"Hum! I suppose at this distance it would be rather difficult to decide who they are."