“No use; you’d better go back.”
“I’m goin’ to coax these fellers, an’ if dey won’t do it, we’ll pitch in an’ fight.”
The Mohaves stood in a sort of irregular circle, their expression forbidding enough. Jim walked straight up to his first acquaintance, and, leading him to where Gaylor stood, pointed at him, and motioned toward Inwood, whose great anxiety had brought him within sight and hearing. The Indian shook his head, and looked around at his companions in a manner that showed he had no particular objections, if they would give their consent.
Jim repeated his request, and he again swayed his head, but he was solicited more vehemently than before, whereupon the savage withdrew, and began an earnest conference with his friends. The consultation was long, earnest and stormy—but the end was victory. The Indian was a man of authority—Gaylor was loosed from his bonds, and he and Jim walked away side by side, and, rejoining Edwin Inwood, all three took their departure.
“We do not make our thoughts; they grow in us,
Like grain in wood; the growth is of the skies,
Which are of nature; nature is of God.
The world is full of glorious likenesses.”