Sandy, after all, could be reasonable, once he grasped the breadth of a plan, and he hastened to declare his reliance on the shrewdness of the Irish trapper.
“You’re right, Pat,” he said, huskily; “but oh! don’t wait too long; make it soon!”
CHAPTER XVII
SIGNAL SHOTS
How those seconds dragged, to the two impatient boys! They seemed, each one, to be hours in length, so eager were the lads to send the warning.
But Pat, who kept quite cool, knew what he was doing. He was also well aware of the fact that, in their eagerness to save the others, the boys would not take any precaution with reference to themselves; and, as a consequence, must fall victims to the fury of the baffled savages.
Pat’s idea was to save both parties; and this was why he meant to allow a certain amount of time to elapse before informing those at the boat of the impending peril, which they could only avoid by immediate flight.
“Come, lit us be thryin’ to cross the ridge, me byes,” said Pat, picking up his bundle of meat with the old-time obstinacy that would not give in.