The young man could not refrain from admiring, in his heart, the cool certainty with which the Canadian uttered so monstrous an opinion; but at this moment the prisoners heard a gentle sound near them.
"Silence!" Bright-eye commanded.
They listened attentively. A harmonious voice then sang to a melody, full of gentleness and melancholy, the exquisite Blackfoot song beginning with the verses:—
"I confide to you my heart, in the name of the Master of Life; I am unhappy, and no one takes pity on me, yet the Master of Life is great in my sight."
"Oh!" the Count muttered joyously, "I recognise that voice, my friend."
"And I too, by Jupiter! It is Prairie-Flower's."
"What does she say?"
"It is a warning she gives us."
"Do you believe so?"
"Prairie-Flower loves you, Mr. Edward."