After consulting for a short time together, Jake and Roland, with Burly Bill, determined to hold a court of inquiry on the spot.
But, strange to say, Peter kept aloof. He continued to walk to and fro, and Benee still hung in his rear. But this ex-savage was soon called upon to act as interpreter if his services should be needed, which they presently were.
Every one of the civilized Indians had the same story to tell of the laziness and insolence of the Bolivians, and now Jake ordered the chief of the other party to come forward.
They sulked for a short time.
But Jake drew his pistols, and, one in each hand, stepped out and ordered all to the front.
They made no verbal response to the questions put to them through Benee. Their only reply was scowling.
"Well, Mr. St. Clair," said Jake, "my advice is to pay these rascals and send them off."
"Good!" said Roland. "I have money."
The chief was ordered to draw nearer, and the dollars were counted into his claw-like fist.
The fellow drew up his men in a line and gave to each his pay, reserving his own.