“All right. Have you got a shooting iron?”
“No, but I can get a club.”
“Then do it, and I'll use this, if it's necessary,” and the young westerner pulled a pistol from his hip pocket.
“I wish we had some ropes, with which to tie them,” continued Joe.
“Here's a good big handkerchief.”
“That's an idea. My handkerchief is also good and strong.”
“You do the pow-wowing and I'll do the shooting, if it's necessary,” said Bill Badger.
Joe looked up into the tree again but could see nobody.
“Caven!” he called out. “I know you are up there and I want you to come down.”
To this remark and request there was no reply.