“Queer. Some of us’ll have to dislodge the fellow. Who of you’ll climb up there?”
“And get riddled for our pains!” growled one.
“Bah! it’s got to be done,” said Boggs. “Strange the fool don’t know enough to come down.”
“I’ll go for one,” volunteered Jones.
“I reckon I ain’t afeerd to go with you,” supplemented Bronson.
“Nor me,” added another.
“And me,” shouted a fourth.
“Enough,” said Boggs.
“While you four are dislodging the game, Sperry and myself will see that he don’t get away. Where is he, Jones, anyway? Hang me if I don’t believe he has got off already!”
“No; he’s there yet,” affirmed Jones. “See, there’s his head just to the right of that big limb with the crows’ nest boughs.”