The monk, encouraged by this semi-concession, continued, with slightly increased boldness-- "You have a very fine horse." "Is it not?" "Magnificent," Fray Antonio went on, enthusiastically. "Yes, and you would not be vexed if I let you mount it, to fly more rapidly, eh?" "Oh! do not think that," he said, with a gesture of denial. "Enough!" the Scalper roughly interrupted; "Think of yourself, for your enemies are coming." With one bound he was in the saddle, made his horse curvet, and hid himself behind the enormous stem of the mahogany tree. Fray Antonio, aroused by the approach of danger, quickly seized his rifle, and also got behind the tree. At the same moment a rather loud rustling was heard in the bushes, which then parted, and several men appeared. They were about fifteen in number, and Apache warriors; in the midst of them were Blue-fox, John Davis, and his companions. Blue-fox, though he had never found himself face to face with the White Scalper, had often heard him spoken of, both by Indians and hunters; hence, when he heard him pronounce his name, an indescribable agony contracted his heart, as he thought of all the cruelty to which his brothers had been victims from this man; and the thought of seizing him occurred to him. He hastened to give the signal agreed on with the hunters, and rushing through the chaparral with the velocity characteristic of Indians, went to the spot where his warriors were waiting, and bade them follow him. On his return, he met the two hunters who had heard the signal, and were hurrying to his help. In a few words Blue-fox explained to them what was occurring. To tell the truth, we must confess that this confidence, far from exciting the warriors and hunters, singularly lowered their ardour, by revealing to them that they were about to expose themselves to a terrible danger, by contending with a man who was the more dangerous because no weapon could strike him; and those who had hitherto dared to assail him, had ever fallen victims to their temerity. Still, it was too late to recoil, and flight was impossible; the warriors, therefore, determined to push on, though much against the grain. As for the two hunters, if they did not completely share in the blind credulity of their comrades, and their superstitious fears, this fight was far from pleasing them. Still, restrained by the shame of abandoning men to whom they fancied themselves superior in intelligence, and even in courage, they resolved to follow them. "Excellency!" the monk exclaimed in a lamentable voice, when he saw the Indians appear, "Do not abandon me." "No, if you do not abandon yourself, scoundrel!" the Scalper answered. On reaching the skirt of the clearing, the Apaches, following their usual tactics, sheltered themselves behind trees, so that this confined clearing, in which so many men were on the point of beginning an obstinate struggle, seemed absolutely deserted.