“All right,” says Catty, “you two men sit in here and get rested. Wee-wee and I will go out and reconnoiter.”
“I’m going to stay right here,” says I.
“You’re coming with me,” says Catty. “We’ve got business.”
So I went. We stood outside and listened. There were no sounds of pursuit, and I guessed the mutineers had given it up as a bad job.
“We’ve got to find the sacred jewels,” says Catty.
“The who,” says I, and I kind of thought all the excitement had gone to his head.
“Why,” says he, “the peck of sacred jewels we got away from the savages. They must be worth a couple of million dollars. Now’s our chance while those two medicine men are asleep.”
“What medicine men?” says I.
“The two in the shanty there,” says he. “They’ve been trailing us ever since we escaped from the temple, trying to find where we hid the jewels.”
“Catty,” says I, “we better start for town quick, so you can see a doctor. Those men are just Mr. Dunn and Mr. House.”