Then an unexpected and unpleasant thing happened. The llama turned suddenly on Bob and spat violently in the youth’s face.
CHAPTER XV
Attacked by Indians
BOB shook his head to rid himself of the sickening saliva. He wiped his face with his handkerchief, with his hands, with anything he could find. At the same time he stepped out of reach of the treacherous animal.
When he had completed rubbing, he turned sheepishly to Joe.
“Guess I learned my lesson,” he said quietly. “But who’d ‘a’ thought it of the brutes?”
“Isn’t wise to do anything unless you know what you’re doing,” Joe reminded him.
“I’ve a notion to go over and wring its neck!” snorted Bob, glancing at the llama, which had resumed its grazing as if nothing had happened.
“Better not,” Joe warned him. “You might not be able to do it. And the Indian that owns them might come out.”