“Yes! but in what way can we effect that?” inquired Seguin.
“Why, cap, yur tumble has surely dumfoundered ye. I wud think less o’ these other dummies not seein’ at a glimp how we kin do it.”
“I confess, Rube,” replied Seguin, with a smile, “I do not perceive how we can mislead them.”
“Wal, then,” continued the trapper, with a chuckle of satisfaction at his own superior prairie-craft, “this child’s a-gwyne to tell ’ee how ’ee kin put them on a different track.”
“Hooraw for you, old hoss!”
“’Ee see a quiver on that Injun’s back?”
“Ay, ay!” cried several voices.
“It’s full o’ arrows, or pretty near it, I reckin.”
“It is. Well?”
“Wal, then, let some o’ us ride the Injun’s mustang: any other critter thet’s got the same track ’ll do; away down the ’Pash trail, an’ stick them things pointin’ south’art; an’ if the Navagh don’t travel that a way till they comes up with the ’Pashes, ’ee may have this child’s har for a plug o’ the wust Kaintucky terbaccer.”