“Now, none of your gab, or I’ll play some other trick on you, worse than that at the spring.”
“You be hanged,” retorted Joe; “I’ll give you leave to do it when you get a chance the next time.”
“It is a great pity that the deer are subject to such destruction,” remarked Glenn.
“The wolves we saw are all on yonder island,” said Boone, “and if you are disposed to have a hunt, I have no doubt we might kill some of them.”
“We are entirely dependent upon the deer for animal food,” said Roughgrove; “and if we could only surround that party of wolves as they did the deer, we might do the settlement much good service.”
“I go in for it,” said Sneak.
“I’d rather wait a day or two, till the Indians have gone clean off,” said Joe.
“There is nothing to fear from them now,” said Boone, “unless something they might steal should fall in their way. But it will not require an hour to rout the wolves on the little island.”
“Then let us hasten and get our guns, and be upon them before they leave it,” said Glenn.
They returned to the house, and were all soon equipped for the onslaught, except Joe, who made no preparation whatever.