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I accept you," said Stalker, turning away, while his men burst into a laugh, and felt that Flinders would be a decided acquisition to the party. "Are we to go without provisions or weapons?" asked Fred Westly, before leaving. "You may have both," answered Stalker, "by joining us. If you go your own way you go as you are. Please yourselves."
In five or ten minutes after the alarm was given about two hundred Indian braves marched out from the camp in a column which may be described as one-deep i.e. one following the other and took their rapid way up the mountain sides, led by Unaco in person. Next to him marched Paul Bevan, who was followed in succession by Fred Westly, Paddy Flinders, Leaping Buck, and Tolly.
You are a foreigner, I perceive," said Fred Westly in French, but the stranger shook his head. "I not un'erstan'." "Ah! a German, probably," returned Fred, trying him with the language of the Fatherland; but again the stranger shook his head. "You mus' spok English. I is a Swedish man; knows noting but a leetil English."
"What did you want to squirt the hose on me that time for?" "I told you it was an accident," said Bert quietly. "And I say you did it on purpose. I said I'd get even with you, and now I'm going to." "I don't want to fight, Danny," said Bert quietly. "Huh! he's afraid!" sneered Jack Westly, one of Danny's friends. "Yes, he's a coward!" taunted Danny. "I'm not!" cried Bert stoutly.
Paul, too, lay on his back with eyes tight shut and mouth wide open, while the regular heaving of his broad chest told that his slumbers were deep. But more than once Fred Westly raised his head gently and looked suspiciously round.
Patrick Flinders's usually jovial face had by that time become almost as long and lugubrious as that of Westly. "I don't know," returned Fred, shaking his head. "My one plan, on which I had been founding much hope, is upset. Listen. It was this.
Fred Westly thought the same, when Paul afterwards told him about the meeting, though he did not feel quite so sure about the return being immediate; but Mahoghany Drake differed from them entirely. "Depend on't," he said to his friend Paul, when, in the privacy of a retired spot on the mountain-side, they discussed the matter "depend on't, that young feller ain't made o' butter.
"And suppose you don't find that the Redskins have come this way," rejoined Tolly, after a doubtful shake of his head, "what then?" "Why, then, I shall return to our tent and leave father and Mr Westly to hunt them down."
"What direction d'ye think it's likely your precious chum has taken?" asked Gashford, turning abruptly to Fred Westly when the different parties were about to start. "It is impossible for me to tell." "I know that," retorted Gashford, with a scowl and something of a sneer, "but it ain't impossible for you to guess. However, it will do as well if you tell me which party you intend to join."
Westly did indeed earnestly hope that his friend would escape; for he deemed the intended punishment of death most unjustly severe, and, knowing intimately the character and tendencies of Tom Brixton's mind and tastes, he had a pretty shrewd guess as to the direction he had taken, but, so far from desiring to throw the pursuers off the scent his main anxiety was to join the party which he thought most likely to find the fugitive if they should find him at all in order that he might be present to defend him from sudden or unnecessary violence.
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