“You’re a savage, that’s what you are,” declared Chunky.
The boys got on their ponies, while Anvik, after letting his blanket slip to his waist, started away at a stride that the ponies had to trot to keep up with.
136CHAPTER XII
IN THE HEART OF NATURE
That night the Indian slept rolled in his blanket with feet close to the campfire in true Indian style. He neither moved nor made a sound all night long so far as the boys knew, but just as the dawn, was graying the skies between the great white glaciers, he was up and striding, away on some pilgrimage of his own. He did not return until two hours later. When the boys awoke Anvik was sitting before the fire with both hands clasped about his bunched knees.
“Good morning,” greeted Tad, who was the first to emerge from the tents.
“Huh!” answered the guide.
“Is the mountain spirit willing that we should make a start this morning?”
“Him gone,” answered the Indian.
“Where?”