The indignation of the hunters now showed itself in open mutiny. Fierce looks were exchanged, and threats uttered aloud.
“By Heaven!” cried one, “I’ll have my gal along, or her scalp.”
“Vaya!” exclaimed another, in Spanish; “why take any of them? They’re not worth the trouble, after all. There’s not one of them worth the price of her own hair.”
“Take the har then, and leave the niggurs!” suggested a third.
“I say so too.”
“And I.”
“I vote with you, hoss.”
“Comrades!” said Seguin, turning to the mutineers, and speaking in a tone of extreme mildness, “remember your promise. Count the prisoners, as we agreed. I will answer for the payment of all.”
“Can ye pay for them now?” asked a voice.
“You know that that would be impossible.”