“B’ jings, I believe they’re comin’ round this way. If one o’ them men is Brother Jim I’ll roast him fer runnin’ hisself into danger like this.”
The “bowlder,” which the umbrella seemed to be, began to move slowly backward, the men concealed by it crawfishing toward the outer lodges.
“I hate dog-goned bad to have to go and leave Gorilla Jake!” said Betts.
“Budt he iss dead.”
“I know it, but the reward said ‘dead or alive.’”
The reckless men did not get safely out of the village without trouble. When they were still some distance from the outermost lodge an Indian dog came toward them, sniffing. Suddenly the dog began to bark.
“Freeze!” said Betts.
“Yaw! I am a piece uff ice.”
An Indian appeared and called to the yelping dog.