"Why not?" Bob demanded. "You've had two shots at us."
"No shoot to hit."
"Well, that last one was a bit too close for comfort," Bob told him still keeping his rifle leveled.
"My mans all 'round you. You shoot we keel all."
"That's different." Bob lowered his gun as he had little doubt, but that the man was speaking the truth. "What do you want with us?" he demanded.
Instead of replying to the question the breed stepped forward after giving a shrill whistle. Then they saw that he had indeed spoken the truth for instantly, from all sides, five other men stepped from behind the trees and came toward them.
"Some reception," Jack whispered.
"You come wid us," the big man ordered as he motioned to his men to start north.
"What's the idea?" Jack asked.
"Huh?" The man snapped.