"In a word they will do their best, and we can expect no more from a man. But I have another and more serious question to ask you. Have you ammunition?"
"Hang it. That is the thing which annoys me. My men have only sixty rounds apiece."
"Come, come, we are richer than I believed; I have about one hundred charges."
"And I the same," the count interrupted.
"In that case, if we have provisions enough to hold out for two days, we are saved."
"As for food, the two mules are loaded with it."
"Bravo, señor," the Canadian shouted joyously; "we have nothing more to fear now, so banish all anxiety."
"I really do not know how to requite the devotion you display to a person who is a stranger to you, and who can inspire you with but very slight interest."
"Are you not a man?" the Canadian replied. "That is enough for me. On the desert we are all brothers. You have a claim to my protection, as I have to yours. And besides, must I not defend my scalp."
"Good, good," the count said with a smile, "the day may perhaps come for me to prove my gratitude to you."