“Posin, the maliverous rascal who collogued with the Injins to murder us all! I’m glad he got his dose—and if he was alive now, I’d make him swaller at least two foot of my spear,” said Sneak.
“’Twas me—I killed him—look at the buck-shot holes in his back!” exclaimed Joe, now recovering from his excitement and affright.
“Yes, and you’re a nice chap, ain’t you, to run like flugins from a dead man that you killed yourself!” said Sneak.
“How did I know that I killed him?” retorted Joe.
“Any fool might know he was dead,” replied Sneak.
“I’ll pay you for this, some of these times,” said Joe.
“How shall we bury him?” asked Glenn.
“That can be done real easy,” said Sneak, taking hold of the dead man’s leg and dragging him along on the snow like a sled.
“What are you going to do with him?” demanded Glenn.
“I’m a going to cut a hole in the ice on the river, and push him under,” said Sneak.