“‘We,’ said the first.
“‘Will,’ added the second.
“‘Reward,’ spoke the third.
“‘Him,’ finished the fourth.
“And each drew a purse from his pocket.
“At the very same moment Gray Ears put down the card and, lifting both me and the vines from his back laid the queer-looking bundle at the feet of the four. No sooner had he done so than I thrust the branches aside, jumped to my toes and bowed low to those at whose feet I’d been placed.
“‘Who—
may—
you—
be?’