The boy flung himself on the ground, resting his head on one elbow and looking into his companion’s wrinkled face. They were quite alone, where no one could see them, yet the eyes of the Indian turned swiftly from side to side, and his ears seemed to be lifted, like those of a listening catamount.
Dick remained perfectly quiet and waited.
“Him heap big boss,” repeated Old Joe, after some moments. “Him have way.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Him have way to make all do as him say.”
“He can’t make me do as he says! I’ll never give up to him!”
The Indian shook his head.
“Little Hurricane him think so now.”
“I know it! I won’t let him be my boss!”
“Old Joe him see something in Steady Hand’s eye.”