The weird old Zuni humbug whirled around, and looked at Billie. He even raised a hand, and made some sort of threatening gesture. When he took a couple of steps in his direction poor Billie really believed he must be about to visit some terrible punishment upon his head as a judgment for his rashness; at any rate the boy spun around, and came hurrying back toward his chums, looking quite concerned.
But he need not have worried, for the medicine man was apparently not annoyed enough to give chase, or else he proved to be averse to exerting himself when he had serious business on his hands. He turned again, and walked away, vanishing among the rocks and brush.
“Oh! I got him, and believe me that was a splendid snapshot!” gurgled Billie, as he joined the others; and after finding that he was not being pursued, showing signs of considerable relief.
Again Adrian and Donald exchanged glances. It was as though the same thought might have come suddenly into both their minds.
“I dare you to make the try!” said Donald, aggressively, as though he knew how such a proposition
would meet with instant favor from Adrian, who would not be held in contempt for anything.
“I got you!” was the ready response, as the other jumped to the ground.
“What are you fellows meaning to do?” demanded the surprised Billie.
“Oh! just trail after that old humbug, and see where he goes,” replied Donald.