"Is this an order you give us, sir?" the Count asked, haughtily.
"What does that, question mean?"
"Because I am not in the habit of obeying anybody."
"Sir," the Chief answered, "any resistance would be insensate, and rather injurious than useful to your interests: so to horse without further delay."
"The Chief is right," Bright-eye said, with a significant look at the Count; "why any obstinacy? we cannot be the stronger."
"But—" the young man remarked.
"Here is your horse," the hunter interrupted him, sharply.
"We obey the Chief," he added, aloud; then he added in a whisper,—
"Are you mad, Mr. Edward? Who knows the chances luck has in store for us during the accursed expedition?"
"Still—"