“Well, I’ve got to get them, that’s all.”
“But you won’t.”
“Well, you watch me and see.”
“Do you mean you’re going to follow us?”
“That’s exactly what I do.”
“What! You little coyote, you, doggone your boots, I’ll——”
“Shut up, Texas. Come here.”
“After that there was another consultation; it ended in a most surprising and, to the reporter, unexpected move. The Seven wheeled about and dashed away at top speed into the woods.
The reporter saw the ruse, and he chuckled merrily to himself; two can play at that game, he thought, and set out in pursuit.
We who know who the Seven were can readily understand that he had no trouble in keeping them in sight. Indian would have made a first-rate center rush on a football team, but as a long distance runner he was “no go.” So the Seven gave up in disgust and despair, and let the reporter catch up to them again.