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I confess I see none." As Seguin made this appeal, all eyes were turned upon the trapper. "Why, cap, I kin surgest my own notion o' the thing. It may be right, an' it mayn't be right; but if it wur follered out, there'll be neither 'Pash nor Navagh that'll smell where we go for a week. If they diz, 'ee may cut my ears off." This was a favourite joke with Rube, and the hunters only laughed.
"No," exclaimed another, "thar's too few o' them for Dacoma's men. Thar ain't over a hundred." "Maybe the flood tuk the rest," suggested the first speaker. "Wagh! how could they 'a missed our trail, that's as plain as a waggon track? 'Tain't them nohow." "Who then? It's Navagh. I kud tell thar yelp if I wur sleepin'." "Them's head chief's niggurs," said Rube, at this moment riding forward.
Billee! throw your ugly props over that Navagh mustang. Putty hoss too; but I wudn't giv my old mar for a hul cavayard o' him. Gi's a sprig o' the black feather." Here the old trapper drew one of the ostrich feathers out of the helmet of the Navajo chief, and continued "Boyees! take care o' the ole mar till I kum back, an don't let her stampede, do 'ee hear. I wants a blanket.
If I mistake not, Gode's experience will confirm what I have said. Eh, voyageur?" "C'est vrai, monsieur. I vas prisonnier in le nation; not Navagh, but l'Apache moch de same pour tree mons. I have les sauvages seen manger eat one deux tree tree enfants rotis, like hump rib of de buffles. C'est vrai, messieurs, c'est vrai."
"It's full o' arrows, or pretty near it, I reckin." "It is. Well?" "Wal, then, let some o' us ride the Injun's mustang: any other critter thet's got the same track 'll do; away down the 'Pash trail, an' stick them things pointin' south'art; an' if the Navagh don't travel that a way till they comes up with the 'Pashes, 'ee may have this child's har for a plug o' the wust Kaintucky terbaccer."
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