"Who shall I tell him you are?"
"Say you don't know. Tell him I'm an enemy. Killed you. Killed young squaws. Going to kill him."
There was a sort of grim humor in Murray's face as he said that. Not only Red Wolf, but the two girls, understood it.
Steve had not said a word, but he was narrowly watching the three miners for any signs of an effort to get loose.
"It's that other one, Steve. He's watching his chance. That's it. Draw it hard. Now he won't be cutting any capers."
The expression of the miner's eyes promised the unfriendliest kind of "capers" if he should ever get an opportunity to cut them.
"It's no use, boys," said Bill. "Mister, will you jest cut this arrer close to my arm, so's I can pull it out?"
"I will in a minute. It's as good as a tie of deer-skin jest now. Watch 'em, Steve!"
He walked forward, and looked long and hard into the face of Rita.
