"And you?"
"Will guard our brother."
"So you now fancy that is possible," the Count said, haughtily.
The Redskins shuddered at the flash of his glance.
"Our brother will pardon us," the chief replied, submissively; "we only knew him imperfectly."
"And now?"
"Now we know that he is our master, let him command, and we will obey."
"Take care!" he said, in a tone which made them shudder, "for I am about to put your obedience to a rude trial."
"Our ears are open to receive our brother's words."
"Draw nearer."