“Well, boys, now I’m going to leave you,” said Tanker Ike. “Long Gun will be here pretty soon, and he’ll show you where to get some big game. Then you’ll have to sort of shift for yourselves. Mexican Pete will take your camp stuff wherever you tell him to, and the rest depends on you.”
“Oh, I guess we’ll make out all right,” replied Jack.
“But what about that Indian, Long Gun?” asked Sam. “I thought he was to meet us here.”
“He will,” replied Tanker Ike confidently, and, sure enough, about an hour later there sauntered into the camp a tall, silent Indian guide, who, as he advanced to the fire, uttered but one word:
“How?”
“How?” responded the plainsman, and then he introduced the boys.
Long Gun merely grunted his salutations, and then seating himself near the fire, he took out his pipe and began to smoke.
“I wonder why he doesn’t pass it around,” whispered Nat to Jack.
“Pass what around?”