The savage shook his head from side to side as quick as lightning.
"Then you'll take a tramp with me?"
It now went up and down with the same celerity.
"To sum up then, Oonamoo, Lew, our leader, is in a bad scrape."
"Shawnee got him? Miami got him?"
"That's what I want to find out. Shouldn't be s'prised if both have nabbed him."
"How get him?"
There was something curious in the eagerness with which the Huron asked the questions. It was more noticeable from the fact that O'Hara spoke slowly and deliberately, so that the short, broken sentences of the savage seemed all the more short and broken.
"That I can't tell, Oonamoo," repeated the hunter, who, it will be noticed, evinced the remarkable fact of being in a good temper with the Indian. "You see, him and the gal——"
"Gal with him?" asked the savage, with amazing quickness.