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"What do you mean?" demanded Jack, his face flushed, and his anger greater than before; "didn't you hear me ask for my gun?" "Whooh! brother frow way gun me pick him up he mine." "I threw it down so as to have a better chance of getting away from the grizzly bear; I intended to pick it up again. I know you are a great thief, Motoza, but you can't steal that Winchester from me; hand it over!"
He had settled into the belief that Motoza, the Sioux, had determined to subject him to a lingering death through starvation; and yet if it were he as undoubtedly it was who rolled the boulder into the canyon, it indicated a wish to put the most sudden end possible to his existence. It would be painful to attempt to describe the experience of the lad in the cavern at the side of the canyon.
Jack was too angry to be tactful. He continued his rapid strides, and as he drew near reached out his hand. "Never mind how I do; give me my rifle." But with the fingers of Jack almost on the weapon, Motoza shifted his hand backward, so that the gun was held behind his body. He did not stir, but continued grinning.
If he hadn't had such a good chance to grab the other younker, he would have grabbed you." "Then you have no doubt that Motoza is the cause of it all?" "No more doubt than that you're a setting on that stone there." "I can't understand it; Fred is not the one to let a single Indian make him prisoner, when one is as well armed as the other." "Who said there was only one of the imps?"
It was concerning this scoundrel, as Hank characterized him, that he had something to say. A white youth, while hunting that afternoon not far off, with his companion, had disappeared. Hazletine had looked into the matter far enough to discover that he had been stolen by Motoza.
Hank, therefore, explained his reason for leaving him, and told him all that had occurred. "The first thing to do, younker, is to find Motoza; that's what I'm going to do. You can't stand it to be alone with yourself, so you can come with me, though I hain't no idee that you'll be able to give any help."
Instead of accepting the hypocritical proffer, the youth was imprudent enough to add, as he felt his Winchester once more in his grasp: "You are the meanest thief in the country, Motoza, and this must be the last time you try your hand on us." "Off with you!" added Fred, beginning to tire with the constraint of his position; "good-by, Motoza, and I hope we shall not meet again."
To his relief he could see no one, and it was safe, therefore, to assume that no one as yet saw him. The ground was favorable, and by using the utmost care he secured a position from which he discovered Tozer and Motoza in conversation. The white man was sitting on a boulder, while the Sioux was standing in front of him, gesticulating as if angry over something that had been proposed or said.
It was no longer necessary to conceal themselves from observation, for there was no one to be feared. From the facts that afterward came to light there is little doubt that Tozer and Motoza had held a conference previous to the capture and fixed upon a definite line of procedure, for otherwise it is not conceivable that the Sioux would have spared the life of his captive.
When an abundance of food was browned and crisped and ready the appetite of Jack Dudley was less than it was two hours before, the cause being his growing alarm over the unaccountable absence of Fred. "I can't understand it," he repeated for the twentieth time; "some accident must have befallen him. Can it be Motoza has had anything to do with it?"
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