“I’ll wait here while you go.”
The boy ran back, and in a few moments reached the camp. Gaylor was standing with his back toward him and did not notice his approach. The Mohaves were all standing near him, and in their looks was great evil. They all turned inquiringly toward Edwin, who walked rapidly up to the prisoner, then dropped on his knees, made a supplicating motion, and then, placing his arm within his, started off. A half dozen Indians sprang forward to prevent it. He dropped on his knees again, and, with tears in his eyes besought his release. He could not be misunderstood, but his answer was scowls, and one who was quite angry, drew his knife; but before he could do harm, our first acquaintance sprang forward and, leading him quite forcibly a few steps, pointed earnestly in the direction whence he came.
“You understand that,” said Gaylor, speaking for the first time, “it’s no use; I’m much obliged to you for your good will, but these dogs don’t like me, and you’re only fooling away your time to bother with ’em.”
Edwin’s heart was overflowing, and, unable to speak, he broke into a rapid run, and speedily reached the spot where the trembling Jim was awaiting him.
“I couldn’t do anything, Jim,” he faltered.
“Sorry—’cause dey’ll be kind ob heavy on him.”
“Jim, you must go try them.”
“Oh! I can’t! I can’t!”
“But you must.”
“What’s de use?”