“Yes.”
“Sure to,” said Joses. “He’s a good fellow that is. ’Taint an Indian’s natur to show he’s fond of you, but that chap would fight for the master to the last.”
“It seemed like it the other day, but it was very strange that he should go off as he did.”
“Not it, my lad. He’s gone to watch them Injuns, safe.”
“Then he will think us ungrateful for going away.”
“Not he. Depend upon it, he’ll turn up one of these days just when we don’t expect it, and sit down just as if nothing had happened.”
“But will he find our trail over such stony ground?”
“Find it? Ah! of course he will, and before you know where you are.”
They trudged on in silence now, for both were growing tired, but just about the time appointed they came within sight of their starting-place, the Doctor meeting them a few minutes later.
“What luck?” he asked.