“Yes; they’re a bit scared by the silence,” said Joses; “but they’ll come back again.”
“When?” said Bart.
“Sneaking about in the dark, to stampede the horses and cattle, as soon as ever they know where they are, my boy.”
“Yes—come back,” said the Beaver in a low tone, and he whispered then to the interpreter.
“Apaché dogs will come back in the night when the moon is up,” said the interpreter. “They will steal up to the camp like wolves, and die like dogs and wolves, for they shall not have the horses and oxen.”
And just then the Beaver, who seemed to comprehend his follower’s English, said softly:
“It is good.”