“And climbing about among the rocks at the narrows?”
“To be sure they have.”
“Then what’s the good of our going on?”
“Everything is the good. They’ve seen everything we’ve done, but they couldn’t think with our brains, could they, my lad?”
“But what could they think of our hunting about as we did?”
“Well, seeing that I made a point of shooting a bird or two each time we were planning out our places and all we meant to do, I should say that they thought we were providing for the pot. Now then, come and have a turn at your pony, and spend a good deal of time looking at his hurts. You’d better ask me some questions about them, and lift up his hoofs and point at them.”
“Yes, I see,” said Chris.
“P’r’aps I shall act a bit too for our friends’ benefit, so don’t be surprised. Then we shall end up by driving all the beasts in for the night close up under the shelter of our fire.”
“Shall we be saluted with any arrows, do you think?”
“No,” said Griggs; “I don’t think so. We’ve rather sickened them of that. They know there are rifles, and good shots, up at the top yonder, and I dare say some of them have been hit. Now, come along.”