"I, Sir," a powerful voice said.
The three men turned. White Buffalo was standing motionless in the doorway of the tent. At the unexpected appearance of this strange man, whose features revealed at the moment an imposing majesty, the young Count felt subdued, and bowed respectfully.
"Gentlemen," Natah Otann continued, "you are free within the limits of the camp."
"Thanks," Bright-eye said coarsely; "but I have made no promise."
"You!" the Chief said carelessly; "go or stay, I care very little."
And after bowing ceremoniously to the Count, the two Chiefs withdrew.
[CHAPTER XXV.]
BEFORE THE ATTACK.
After leaving the tent, the two Chiefs walked for some moments side by side, and did not exchange a word; both seemed plunged in deep thought, doubtlessly caused by the serious events that were preparing—events whose success would decide the fate of the Indian tribes of this part of the continent. While walking along, they reached a point on the hillock, whence a most extensive view could be enjoyed in every direction.