Perry trembled violently, but he tried to follow out his companion’s plan, and turning upon him, engaged in a mock struggle, each making believe to throw the other for a minute or two, and then laughingly resuming their walk to and fro.
Those laughs were very hysterical, though, and Perry’s next words came with gasps as he said:
“See the Indians now?”
“No; they’re either gone back or they’re hiding.”
“Which? Let’s go and see.”
“We can’t,” replied Cyril. “Our orders are to walk up and down here, as if nothing were wrong. Can’t you see it will make them believe we are going on as usual?”
“Yes,” said Perry huskily; “but I wish my father would come now.”
“So do I.”
“Those two may have got the better of them.”
“Not they,” said Cyril stoutly. “It would take three Indians to get rid of your John Manning. Your father will take care they do nothing. Don’t take any notice. Hear that?”