"Possibly; but no matter, you had better follow my advice, for with Indians you can never answer for the future."
"There is considerable truth in what you say; what I have just seen does not at all inspire me with confidence."
The Count, therefore, began reloading his weapons; as for Ivon, he had not used his. The two Indian Chiefs came up at the moment the Count finished loading the last pistol.
"Oh, oh!" Natah Otann said, in French, saluting the young man with studied politeness, "have you scented any wild beast in the neighbourhood?"
"Perhaps so," the latter replied, as he returned his pistols to his belt.
"What do you mean, sir?"
"Nothing but what I say."
"Unfortunately for me, doubtlessly, that is so subtile, that I do not understand it."
"I am sorry for it, sir; but I can only reply to you by an old Latin proverb."
"Which is?"