And, as she heard the words, Jesse could feel Dew Drop tremble, so close was she to him.
Deciding because of this that whatever the gibberish meant it spelled danger for himself and his men, the world-famous desperado again whipped his hands to his pistol holsters.
And this time there was no objection from the Indian maiden by his side.
Yet before he could draw them, Kaw-Kaw hobbled from the cave, joining the three braves and vanished from sight with them.
As they disappeared, Dew Drop breathed a sigh of intense relief.
Ere Jesse could utter the question that was on his lips, the red-skinned maiden whispered:
"Quick! Quick! Get um paleface. Dew Drop take um back Kaw-Kaw cave while um 'way."
Springing to her feet, the maid seized the hand of the bandit-chieftain and dragged him back into the pall of blackness that enveloped the witch's den.
Seeing their leader rise, his pals had followed suit, even before he commanded in a low voice: