“Oxcuse me!” he exclaimed. “Uf id don’t make some difference to nobody, I vill valk der rest uf der vays.”
This was said in such a doleful manner that every one of the boys laughed.
“Here,” said Frank, “I think there is more room on this seat, and I will take your seat. Hurry up, now.”
Frank took the seat beside Miss Abigail, while, with a sigh of relief, the Dutch boy climbed up beside Inza. He looked very doleful and crestfallen during the rest of the journey to the Pueblo, where they arrived at nine o’clock that evening.
CHAPTER XVIII—CARVER’S OPINION
Pom! pom! pom!
“Pwhat’s that?” grunted Barney Mulloy, sleepily rubbing his eyes.
Pom! pom! pom!
“Come in, und stop dot knockin’ der door on!” gurgled Hans Dunnerwust from beneath an Indian blanket.
“That ain’t nobody knockin’,” declared Ephraim Gallup, with a yawn. “It saounds like——”