“That’s what, son,” replied Tanker Ike softly. “But don’t let off any more of them curious expressions than you can help. They might scare Long Gun, and he’s sort of timid—for an Indian,” and Mr. Pierce joined the wagon driver in a laugh.
“Well, if we’re going to start we’d better be going,” remarked Mr. Blender at length. “Let’s see. I guess I can get you all in one wagon, and pack the grub and camp truck in another.”
“Where will the Indian guide meet us?” asked Jack.
“The other side of the desert.”
“Do you think he’ll be there?”
“When Long Gun says a thing, it’s as good as done,” commented Mr. Pierce. “Well, Mabel, climb up, and I’ll get aboard in a few minutes.”
Jack made a start for the wagon.
“Where you going?” asked Nat quickly.
“I’m going to get in, of course.”
“But what about our stuff?”