“Whar are we?”
“At Oluski’s town.”
Carrol’s face beamed with a sudden joy.
“And his son Nelatu—is this his home?”
“It is.”
“Hurray! Now, I dare say you wonder at my bein’ struck all of a heap wi’ delight. But I’ll tell you one thing, red-skin—no offence, not knowin’ your name—you and yur three partners have taken a most uncommon sight o’ trouble all for nothin’.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just this—go and tell Nelatu that Cris Carrol is the party as you sneaked up to and took prisoner, and arter that, streak it for your precious lives.”
“Nelatu?”
“Yes, Nelatu, he’s a friend o’ this ole coon, and one that’ll prove himself so, too, in givin’ you skunks as took me a deal more nor you bargained for.”