"That's what puzzles me. If we hadn't waked up just as we did we never would have awaked at all, and if we let him go he'll probably sneak up behind us and drive an arrow through each before we know our danger."
"Let's keep him a prisoner."
"How will we manage it?"
"I'll fix it."
Arqu-wao was still motionless, looking as if he expected to be punished with death for his attempt upon the lives of the youths. As Larry spoke, he strode toward him with a stern face and manner. The Indian instantly began pleading in the most pitiful manner for his life. The youth was tender-hearted, and said, kindly:
"Be good Indian and we won't hurt, but let me have the tomahawk."
The implement was meekly handed over.
"Now the knife."
That followed the other; and with all the gravity that Larry could assume he shoved the handle of the first weapon between the waistband of his trousers and shirt.
"Whart, you can take charge of that," he added, passing the knife to his companion, who readily disposed of it about his person.