"I did not say so," Bright-eye answered, with reserve. "You know, Mr. Edward, that Indian manners are very different from ours: what is bad to us is regarded very differently by Indians; and so—"
"So, I suppose," the Count interrupted, "Natah Otann has an execrable reputation."
"No, I assure you; that depends upon the way in which you look at matters."
"Good; and what is your personal opinion?"
"Oh, I, as you are aware, am only a poor fellow; still it seems to me as if this demon of an Indian is more crafty than his whole tribe; between ourselves, he is regarded as a sorcerer by his countrymen, who are frightfully afraid of him."
"Is that all?"
"Nearly."
"After that," the Count said, lightly, "as he has asked me to accompany him to his village, the few days we spend with him will enable us to study him at our ease."
The hunter gave a start of surprise.
"You will not do so, I trust, Sir?"