"It begins to look as if Hank was right. I am sure the Indian doesn't hold much friendship for either of us. He is bad clean through."
"He may have some regard for you, but there wasn't much tender affection in the last lingering look he gave me."
Jack shuddered.
"I never saw anything like it. If he had had the power he would have killed you with that look. I feel like urging Hank, when we next see him, to make a change of quarters."
"Why?"
"That we may find some section where we are not likely to meet Motoza again. I don't understand why so many Indians are off the reservation. There must be a number of them that are friends of Motoza, and they will try some other trick on us."
"He has tried one or two already," replied Fred, much less impressed with the danger than his friend.
"True, we have had remarkably good fortune, but it can't last. Motoza will learn to be more cunning next time."
"If you feel that way, Jack, the best thing for us to do is to go home."
"Your words are hardly worthy of you, Fred," replied Jack, hurt at the slur.