“Over at the other village. They’re both trussed up, and there’s a sentry guarding them. I’d hate to be in their shoes.”
“Serves ’em right,” growled Sandy.
“So I don’t see why we can’t get complete and undisputed possession of the mine. We’ve won out. Sandy. Just think of it—not a single obstacle in the road.”
“And you think the Indians won’t want it—won’t molest us if we go back there?”
“Exactly.”
Dick gazed dreamily through the tepee opening. The late afternoon sunlight fell radiantly across the earth. Through the trees at the far side of the meadow he caught sight of the rippling, blue waters of the lake.
“Do you know,” he spoke earnestly, “there’s a certain thing I’d like to do, if you fellows are willing.”
“What is it?”
“Show our appreciation and gratitude to the Indians in some definite way,” responded Dick. “I guess we all realize the extent of our indebtedness. We owe them everything—our lives, the mine, the right to go and come unmolested. We’ve gained their friendship and their respect; we have them on our side to help us. I’m confident that they’ll prove to be as loyal friends as anyone could expect.”
“I’d rather have them our friends than our enemies,” shivered Sandy.