"Very good," Bright-eye remarked, with a grin, "the information is valuable, though not very explicit; and pray what must we do to escape the great danger that menaces us?"
"My brother will wake his friend, they will mount their horses, and retire at full speed, not stopping till they have crossed the river."
"Hum! and when we have done that, we shall have nought more to fear?"
"Nothing."
"Only think of that," the hunter said, ironically; "and when ought we to start?"
"At once."
"Better still." Bright-eye walked a few paces thoughtfully; then he returned, and stood before the chief, whose eyes sparkled in the gloom like those of a tiger cat, and who followed his every movement.
"Then," he said, "you cannot reveal to me the reason that forces us to depart?"
"No!"
"It is equally impossible, I suppose, for you to tell me of the nature of the danger that menaces us?" he went on.