“Um?” he said softly. “Joeboy getting tired. Couldn’t find wagon.”
“Then it’s all over?” I whispered, my heart sinking with despair.
“Um? Couldn’t find at first,” he said. “Joeboy went behind um. All out before Doppies.”
“Then you did find them?” I whispered joyfully.
“Um? Yes, Joeboy find um. Went long way and then come back.”
“But how did you manage to find them in the dark?”
“Um? Smell um,” he said quietly. “Now, wait bit. Boss Val know what to say?”
“Oh yes, I know,” I said.
“Get up,” he whispered. “No Doppie here.”
I was startled by his words, but I obeyed; and as soon as I was erect I felt his hands about me, feeling whether my rifle was slung across my shoulder, my bandolier in place, and my revolvers ready. Apparently satisfied, he gave a grunt, and taking my hand, he whispered again: