The scout had caught the fellow’s knife away, and now snatched away his revolvers.
“A pretty greeting for a man who risked his life to come up here!” he said bitterly.
“That’s all right!” growled Juniper Joe. “But what did ye come up for? Me, I reckon! You didn’t come jest to help me, I know.”
Then he realized that he had said too much.
“I’m kind o’ flighty,” he apologized; “so don’t think o’ what I’ve done. I didn’t really know it was you, Cody; ’pon honor, I didn’t. That jolt I got sort o’ put me out o’ my head. Hope you’ll overlook it.”
He rolled his eyes round, as if looking for the Indians.
“Those Utes won’t trouble you!”
“Mebby they won’t,” Juniper Joe grumbled; “but I ain’t wantin’ to chance it. Ye see, I onct had trouble with old Iron Bow.”
“You thought they shot at you and chased you?”