"Ah, coming around?" asked a voice.
The legs of a wolly moved into Yorgh's sight.
"I am Ueln, of the Raydower tribe," said the man in the fur cap. "I didn't expect you back so soon. You have a hard head."
Yorgh looked up at him painfully and grunted.
"We are going over to the brook to water the wollies," said Ueln, "and to attend to other things before we start for the mountains. If you behave I will let you ride in the saddle."
"All right," said Yorgh, feeling he ought to make some answer to disguise the fact that he was not yet thinking very clearly.
"You promise not to try to ride away?"
"Where would I ride to?" grumbled the hunter.
As soon as he realized the explanation that remark would entail, he wished he had remained silent. Further questioning, however, was forestalled by a cry from the man at the fire.
He ran to Ueln, holding up a gleaming object.