Dick found it utterly impossible to keep his place at his chum’s side. A forward surge of the inquisitive swept him and his prisoner this way and that, while shoulders bumped shoulders and curious eyes peered into his. He was glad when the interview came to an end and the chief motioned for the crowd to disperse. Toma sought him out, smiling with satisfaction.
“Ever’thing all right, Dick. Chief him know this man for very bad fellow. He say him very glad if you leave him to be punish.”
“Does he belong to this tribe?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve a good notion to do it. It will save us a lot of trouble and worry. By the way, did you remember to tell him about the police boots and revolver?”
“Yes, I tell him that too.”
“What did he say?”
“After while I tell you.”
“Why not now, Toma?”
“You understand bye-’n’-bye. You come with me pretty soon to chief’s tepee.”