Not a muscle moved amongst the three onlookers of this cruel struggle.
No sound was heard but the lapping of the water against the boat's side and the creaking of the steer-oar in its crutch, jerked by the fierce grip of Jack's shaking right hand.
Presently he spoke, slowly and deliberately, pronouncing each word with care in the great effort to keep his voice steady.
"Boys, I'm blind, stone-blind!"
"Hell!" ejaculated Broncho, with a long breath, and there was a world of feeling in the utterance of that one word.
Suddenly Jim broke down and burst into long, deep sobs, which shook his little body fiercely as they tore themselves forth.
Then Tari, the poor savage, sprang forward, and kneeling at the blind man's feet, seized his hand, patting and caressing it.
"You no mind, Jack. Me your pleni, me your dog, my eyes good, see dam long way. Me see for you, me look eberywhere, all-e-way you want; tell you what Tari see, then you no want eyes."
"It's all right, boys," said Jack cheerfully, the sound of Jim's sobs and Tari's low pleading acting like a tonic on his manhood. "It's all right. I guess I'm moon-struck, that's all; it's my own fault—I fell asleep in the full glare of the moon. Don't you worry, boys, it'll pass off in a few days."
"Ain't thar no remedy for this here malady?" inquired Broncho. "It's a cinch we-alls ain't goin' to allow this here dissolute moon to deal sech a low-flung play without coppering his bet. He ain't goin' to bluff us on sech a debased an' dark-evolvin' deal without bein' raised to the limit. I propose we-alls has a powwow as to how to euchre his little game."