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"The soft-foot, the rubber shoe won't work now," Tom decided. "If I were to go along as if trying not to run into anyone, and that pair got first sight of me, it would make them suspicious. I haven't been eavesdropping -oh, no! I'm merely out taking a night stroll to ease my nerves." Therefore the cub chief puckered his lips, emitting a cheery whistling as he trudged along up the trail.
"But you don't think so?" "It's hard to deceive him." "Confound it! Don't I know? Well, here's for a try. Soft-foot it down stairs. I'll go after you and bang the door. Then you say good-evening in a loud voice and I'll go into the library. How's that?" "Very good your coat over your arm so! Just ruffle your hair a bit, sir now you should do very nicely."
His lip hangs like a blacksmith's apron, an' he can't talk a little bit; jest makes signs or motions, like he's Injun or deef. "It's mebby two weeks later when Jerry gets another shot at the Colonel. It's the evenin' after the night Jerry sneaks into camp, soft-foot as a coyote, noses open the grub-box, an' eats five bottles of whiskey; all we has.
No doubt they relied on the full ditch to blot out pursuit. The trail led through the cañon, over a divide beyond, and down into a small grassy valley. At the summit Crawford gave strict orders. "No talkin', Mr. Thomas. This is serious business now. We're in enemy country and have got to soft-foot it." The foothills were bristling with chaparral.
"You come 'round me an' you'll get hurt," he muttered, straining his eyes to peer into the blackness of the shadows. "Come on out, Soft-foot; the moon's yore finish.
"Don't make any noise," whispered Prescott, "but we won't stand for that!" "We surely won't!" Darry agreed with emphasis. "Come on, now -soft-foot!" As the tramps jostled Mr. Hinman, upside down and yelling with fright, a sack containing the peddler's money rolled from one of the peddler's trousers pockets. "Shake him again! There'll be more than that coming!" jeered one of the tramps.
"Pooh, I wasn't afraid!" declared Teddy, perhaps forgetting a little. "I liked it. It was like the Fourth of July!" "I didn't like it," said Janet, with a shake of her curly head. "And what's a soft-foot, Uncle Frank?" "A soft-foot? Oh, ho! I see!" he laughed. "You mean a tenderfoot! Well, that's what the Western cowboys call anybody from the East where you came from.
He was safe, of course, and still that sense of impending danger would not leave him. He noted Jig, erect, very pale, watching them with intense and frightened interest. "Here's the story," went on the fat man. "I come out of Sour Creek hunting for Cold Feet. I came straight to this here mountain. Halfway up the side I hear a shot. I hurry along and soft-foot on to this shoulder.
"Straight killin's too good for him. I want to smash him first." "Tharon, mi Corazon," said Anita, stopping soft-foot beside her, "it is bad for one to talk so, to himself. The Evil One works on the mind that way." Tharon laughed. "Perhaps, Anita," she said shortly, "it is with the Evil One I have t' do, an' no mistake."
"Make him out over there, at the door? Gracious! He's unlocking and throwing the padlock off. And, blazes! Can't you make out who it is, Hal?" "Josh Owen! But he gave up his keys." "He had at least one duplicate, then," declared Jack, in a tremulous whisper. "There, he's gone inside. Come on, Hal soft-foot! We'll take a near look at what he's doing."
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