"You will not change it."
"Whatever happens."
"We shall see that," the old man remarked, coldly.
The Count looked at him contemptuously.
"Make way there," he said, resolutely.
The two Chiefs shrugged their shoulders.
"We are savages," Natah Otann said, gibingly.
"Make way!" the Count repeated, as he cocked his rifle.
Natah Otann whistled; in an instant, some fifteen Indians rushed from the wood, and fell on the white men, who, however, though surprised, endured the shock bravely. Standing instinctively back to back, with shoulder supported against shoulder, they suddenly formed a tremendous triangle, before which the Redskins were constrained to halt.
"Oh, oh," Bright-eye said, "I fancy we are going to have some fun."