Old Joe was not so much impressed, although he was not a little chagrined over his failure to discover Frank waiting in the vicinity of the rock.
“Come, Dick,” said Merry quietly; “we will go back to the cabin. To-morrow we’ll talk over your plan to run away with Crowfoot, and, if you can convince me that it is for your good, I’ll let you go with him. I am going to do just what is for your good.”
This did not satisfy the boy by any means, but he was overawed and subdued by the powerful will of his brother, and he offered no further resistance.
Old Joe was disgusted and indignant.
“You go with him?” he asked of Dick.
The boy nodded.
“It’s no use now, Joe,” he said, with resignation. “He knows all about it. It wouldn’t do me any good to run away now. I’m going back.”
The old Indian grunted.
“Go!” he cried. “Old Joe, him go to the mountains.”
Then, to the surprise of both the boy and the Indian, Merry turned to Old Joe, saying: