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A crowd of dark objects appeared in the distance, filling up the bed of the stream. They were the Indians, and on horseback. We knew from this that they were about to make a dash. Their movements, too, confirmed it. They had formed two deep, and held their bows ready to deliver a flight of arrows as they galloped up. "Look out, boyees!" cried Rube; "thur a-comin' now in airnest.
"I know you've reached for one or the other. All the same I'll make good by throwing you out of the window if you don't pass on!" Teresa grasped Carker's arm and whispered in his ear: "Wait! Here come the boyees!" Ephraim and Barney were returning from the smoking compartment. The moment they saw Murillo they hurried forward, realizing that something unpleasant was taking place.
"Look 'ee hyur, boyees!" said Rube, pointing to the motte; "if 'ee look sharp, yur mout scare up another calf yander away! I'm a-gwine to see arter this Injun's har; I am." The hunters, at the suggestion, galloped off to surround the motte. I felt a degree of irresolution and disgust at this cool shedding of blood.
It is evident that the Indian has a comrade in the woods, yet not one of the band seems to know aught of him or his comrade. Yes, one does. It is Rube. "Look'ee hyur, boyees!" cries he, squinting over his shoulders; "I'll stake this rib against a griskin o' poor bull that 'ee'll see the puttiest gal as 'ee ever set yur eyes on."
From his look and the manner in which he handled it, it was plain that he now regarded that souvenir with more reverence than ever. I had fallen into a sort of reverie. My mind was occupied with the incidents I had just witnessed, when a voice, which I recognised as that of old Rube, roused me from my abstraction. "Look'ee hyur, boyees!
I seed thur wur drift-wood a plenty on the bank, so I fotched it up, an' built a pen-trap roun' about the calf. In the twinklin' o' a goat's eye I had six varmints in the trap." "Hooraw! Ye war safe then, old hoss." "I tuk a lot o' stones, an' then clomb up on the pen, an' killed the hul kit on 'em. Lord, boyees!
Look to yer primin', hosses! that's my advice." "By gosh! it's a-goin' to come down in spouts." "That's the game, boyees! hooray for that!" cried old Rube. "Why? Do you want to git soaked, old case?" "That's adzactly what this child wants." "Well, it's more 'n I do. I'd like to know what ye want to git wet for. Do ye wish to put your old carcass into an agey?"
Such was the "old 'oman" Rube had promised to fetch; and she was greeted by a loud laugh as he led her up. "Now, look'ee hyur, boyees," said he, halting in front of the crowd. "Ee may larf, an' gabble, an' grin till yur sick in the guts yur may! but this child's a-gwine to take the shine out o' that Injun's shot he is, or bust a-tryin'."
"Ay, that's what Rube means." "Boyees!" said Rube, not heeding the remark, and apparently in good humour, now that he was satisfying his appetite, "what's the nassiest thing, leavin' out man-meat, any o' 'ees iver chawed?" "Woman-meat, I reckin." "'Ee chuckle-headed fool! yur needn't be so peert now, showin' yur smartness when 'tain't called for nohow."
"That wur one sukumstance in his favour. Wa'nt it?" "It wur! it wur!" "Wal, hyur's another. The Injun, 'ee see, shot his mark off o' the head. Now, this child's a-gwine to knock his'n off o' the tail. Kud yur Injun do that? Eh, boyees?" "No, no!" "Do that beat him, or do it not, then?" "It beats him!" "It does!" "Far better!" "Hooray!" vociferated several voices, amidst yells of laughter.
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