"Ugh!" grunted the Indian. "Joe take care of him. He play no more spy."
Scudder shook with fear.
"Don’t let that old devil touch me!" he whined, crawling toward Dick Merriwell. "He’ll mind you. Don’t let him touch me!"
Dick drew aside in disgust.
"Back up!" rumbled Singleton.
"Keep away from me!" commanded Dick. "You brought it on yourself."
"Don’t let that Indian touch me!" entreated Scudder.
"He won’t touch you. He won’t dirty his hands on you."
"But we all ought to take a kick at the onery galoot," said the Texan Maverick. "If I had a gun I’d enjoy shooting it full of holes."
"You’re all a set of brutes!" burst from Uric, in sudden anger. "I won’t forget this!"