“Ay. That’s a true word.”
“Then we’ll go the way you came,” cried Don.
“Nay, you don’t; that’s our way, too.”
“The country’s open, and we shall go which way we like,” cried Don.
“Hear, hear, Mas’ Don!” cried Jem.
“You hold your tongue, old barrel cooper!” cried Mike. “You’re going along of us; that’s what you’re going to do.”
“That we are not!” cried Don.
“Oh, yes, you are, so no nonsense. We’ve got powder and shot, and you’ve only got spears, and one gun’s equal to fifty spears.”
“Look here, sir!” cried Don sternly, “I don’t want any words with such a man as you. Show me the way you want to take, and we’ll go another.”
“This here’s the way,” said Mike menacingly. “This is the way we’re going, and you’ve got to come with us.”