"Is there anything fresh, Bright-eye?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir Count," the Canadian replied, seriously.
"Oh, oh, how gloomy you are, my good fellow," the young man said, with a laugh. "What's the matter then?"
"Nothing, yet; but we may soon have a row with the Redskins."
"All the better, for that will warm us, as it is horribly cold," he replied, shivering. "But how do you know the fact?"
"During your sleep I received a visitor."
"Ah?"
"Yes."
"And who was the person who selected such an important moment to pay you a visit?"
"The sachem of the Blackfeet."