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A short pause of silence ensued. "Well, you are a wonder!" ejaculated Sam Bolton at last. "How in thunder did you do that? I couldn't make nothing out of that tangle at least nothing clear enough to shoot at!" "Luck," replied Dick, briefly. "I took a snap shot, and happened to make it." "You ran mighty big chances of winning old Haukemah," objected Sam. "Sure!
The Chippewa assented. "Haukemah, then, hunts these districts." The Chippewa replied no. "My brother has left Haukemah." Again the Chippewa denied, but after enjoying for a moment the baffling of the old man's intentions, he volunteered information. "The trapper of this district is my brother. I have visited him." "It was a short visit for so long a journey. The trail is but three days old."
"I may tell my young men that you go?" "Yes. We are grateful for these." "Old fellow's a pretty decent sort," remarked Dick, after Haukemah had stalked away. "There couldn't anything have happened better for us!" cried Sam. "Here I was wondering how we could get away. It wouldn't do to travel with them much longer, and it wouldn't do to quit them without a good reason.
Now old Haukemah rose to his height in the bow of his canoe, and began to speak rapidly in a low voice. Immediately the animal bobbed into sight again, his wicked little eyes snapping with intelligence. It took him some moments to determine what these motionless, bright-coloured objects might be.
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