"It is the same thing," the Indian replied, with utter calmness.
"Bright-eye, my friend, do not argue with those scoundrels," the Count said.
And turning haughtily to the chief,—
"Come! what do you want of us?" he asked.
Since his arrival on the prairie, and through his constant contact with the Indians the Count had almost unconsciously learned their language, which he spoke rather fluently.
"We do not wish to do you any hurt; we only intend to prevent your interference in our affairs," Natah Otann said respectfully; "we should be very sorry to have recourse to violent measures."
The young man burst into a laugh.
"You are humbugs! I can manage to escape, in spite of you."
"Let my brother try it."
"When the moment arrives; as for the present, it is not worth the trouble!"