“White boy him make shoot,” grunted Anvik.
“He has shot?” questioned Ned.
“Ugh.”
“How do you know?”
“Hear um.”
“You must have pretty good ears. I haven’t heard anything,” replied the fat boy. “How do you know it wasn’t someone else?”
“Know um gun.”
“It is queer we didn’t hear him,” said the Professor. “Do you think he got some game?”
The guide nodded.
“We shall see how good a fortune-teller you are, but the joke will be on you if it should prove not to have been Butler at all.”