A fourth Indian entered the room silently, and spoke to the leader.
Yoscolo stamped in fury. "Carrajo! Puerco! I not only have to be the brains, but the hands, in everything. What's the matter with Stanislaus? Where is he?"
"I do not know," meekly replied the messenger.
"I do not know! What do you know? Get out of here!"
The man disappeared, closely followed by Yoscolo.
The Indian watchers looked at Farquharson without speaking.
"Amigos——"
They placed their hands on their pistols threateningly.
"Ease the cords on my feet," he asked. "Your chief will not object to that."
Each Indian touched his lips, then dropped his hands to his pistol butt.