"Let me try it. You know how necessary it is for the success of our plans that we should seize this man?"
"Unfortunately; if we do not take care, he will be killed."
"That is what I wish to avoid."
"Try it then; but I am convinced you will fail."
"Who knows? I can try, at any rate."
White Buffalo walked a few paces in advance, and was then about six yards from the Count.
"What do you want?" the young man said. "If I did not involuntarily know that you are a Frenchman, I should have long ago put a bullet into your chest."
"Fire!—what stops you?" the exile replied, in a sad voice. "Do you believe that I fear death?"
"Enough talking. Retire! or I will fire."
And he levelled his rifle at him.