“Yes.”
“Your knowledge of our language surprised me, but I can easily understand it now.”
Gummery Glyndon had grown very thoughtful.
“We must take this girl from him in spite of his medicine—whether it’s quackery or the genuine article,” said the old guide, as if coming out of a dream.
Multuomah’s dark eyes glistened.
“I came here for that purpose,” he answered. “I am willing to dare the Prophet’s power—but my braves—”
“You can’t count on them, eh?”
Multuomah shook his head doubtfully.
“They will not lift a hand against the Prophet,” he replied.
“We can fix that. They wouldn’t object to surrounding the Prophet’s party, and let us bring him to terms. Just explain to ’em that you want your gal, and that we are going to help you get her. That will make ’em feel all right, I’m thinking.”