“He seems to be right, Ned,” said Uncle Jack, as the boys looked on eagerly.
“Yes; I suppose he is. Perhaps it is sandy and waterless all across there.”
“And if we keep by the river, we shall get grass, shelter, and water.”
“Yes; but I do not like to have my plans overset by a savage.”
“Not when the savage knows better?” said Uncle Jack, drily.
“How do I know that he does?” said the captain. “How can I tell that he is not going to lead us into some ambush, where his tribe will murder us and seize upon our goods and stores?”
“Humph I hope not,” said Uncle Jack. “I’ll shoot him dead if he does, but I think I’d trust him.”
“I want to get rid of the fellow,” said the captain; “and he is always coming back.”
“He’ll soon be tired,” said his brother. “These people seem to be very childlike and simple. It is a novelty for him to be with us. One of these days he will be missing. I shouldn’t worry about him.”
“Gee-hup, horse fellow!” shouted the black, just then. “All along. Shanter know. Baal that way.”