Bob drew back from the brink with a shudder. Joe and Dr. Rander gave cries of repugnance. The other Indians screamed hoarsely, uttering something that only Dr. Rander understood.
The natives ran wildly down the trail, scowling and making gestures.
“Terrible!” muttered the old explorer, when they had disappeared around a turn.
“What did they say?” inquired Joe, who had been struck by the Indians’ attitude of anger.
“They intend to kill the man who wanted the organ,” Dr. Rander told him. “They blame the Indian’s death on him.”
“Well, of all things!” exclaimed Joe indignantly. “Isn’t there anything we can do about it?”
The old man shook his head.
“When they set their minds on anything there’s no use trying to change them,” he said hopelessly.
“We might warn the man whom they intend to kill,” suggested Bob Holton.
“Don’t know who it is,” Dr. Rander returned. “And the Indians wouldn’t tell us.”