"Do you know that fellow?" Bob asked as soon as the stranger had gotten out of hearing.
"Non, heem heap bad man."
"He's a heap disagreeable one," Jack added.
"But he tackled the wrong customer when he tackled you," Bob said with an admiring glance at Lucky. "That was the prettiest throw I ever saw: wish you would teach me how to do it."
"Oui, Injun show white boy sometime."
Lucky examined the harness, but found it had not been injured during the fight and, at his cry of "mush" the dogs were off again.
"My, what a man," Bob said in a low tone as he and Jack fell in behind.
"And then some," Jack added.
"It seems queer," Bob continued.
"What seems queer?"