"Then let him listen."
"I am doing so."
"My brother hears nothing?"
"Not the least, I am free to confess."
Red Wolf shrugged his shoulders.
"The Palefaces are foxes without tails," he said, with disdain; "weaker than children in the desert. Let my brother look," he added, pointing to the river.
Ivon followed the direction indicated, winking, and placing his hands over his eyes, to concentrate the visual rays.
"Well," the Indian asked, after a moment, "has my brother seen?"
"Nothing at all," the Breton said, violently. "May the evil one twist my neck, if it is possible for me to distinguish anything."
"Then my brother will wait a few minutes," the Indian said, perfectly calm; "he will then see and hear."