"You shall pay for this!" shouted the little dark man.
"Of course," laughed the leader.
Jimmie pulled at the sleeve of the chief.
"That is one of the men I saw in the mountains," he declared. "He is the second one in command, as far as I could determine."
"What does the boy say?" demanded the other.
"What are you doing here?" asked the chief, impatiently.
"We are hunting in the hills."
"Hunting at this season?"
"Hunting and resting. Please now do we go on?"
The chief made a significant motion, and before the three men knew what was going on they were securely handcuffed. They roared at their captors and at each other in a foreign language for a moment and then sat down stolidly at the side of the road.