“Ugh!” grunted the astounded redskin.
The boy was amazed and bewildered, for he had felt certain that Merry was fast asleep in bed in the cabin.
“It’s a lovely night, I know,” said Merry, in his calm, self-possessed manner; “but a boy like Dick should be in bed. Where were you thinking of going?”
“It’s none of your business!” cried the lad chokingly.
“I rather think it is,” was the serene retort. “If you will not tell me, I shall be compelled to tell you. I know all about it. You were thinking of going away, Dick. You were going to run away from me.”
“I am going to now!”
“I don’t think so.”
“I am! I will! You can’t stop me!”
“I have stopped you already. You will go no farther.”
“Boy go with me,” said Old Joe, fingering his rifle. “Get out of way!”