“Where’s your gun?”
The man was firing his questions so fast that the bewildered Bunk floundered into deep water before he could check himself.
“I frowed it away.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I had a fout wid de last buck and broke de lock ober his head; yo’ see it warn’t no use, so I frowed it ober de rocks.”
“Sure you killed eleven deer?”
“Mought hab been two or free more, but dere war dat many sartin.”
“Well, I’m a game warden and will take you along with me; I’m looking for just such scamps as you.”
Bunk’s jaw dropped and his knees shook.
“What—what yo’ gwine to do wid me?”