"Here," cried Raven, observing their black looks. "A present for my
brothers." He handed them each a roll of tobacco. "And a present for
their squaws," adding a scarlet blanket apiece to their pack.
Without a word of thanks they took the gifts and, loading their stuff
upon their remaining pony, disappeared down the trail.
"Now, Little Thunder, let's get out of this, for once their old man
finds out he will be hot foot on our trail."
With furious haste they fell to their packing. Cameron stood aghast at
the amazing swiftness and dexterity with which the packs were roped and
loaded. When all was complete the trader turned to Cameron in gay good
humour.
"Now, Mr. Cameron, will you go passenger or freight?" Cameron made no
reply. "In other words, shall we pack you on your pony or will you ride
like a gentleman, giving me your word not to attempt to escape? Time
presses, so answer quick! Give me twenty-four hours. Give me your word
for twenty-four hours, after which you can go when you like."
"I agree," said Cameron shortly.
"Cut him loose, Little Thunder." Little Thunder hesitated. "Quick,
you fool! Cut him loose. I know a gentleman when I see him. He is tied
tighter than with ropes."
"It is a great pity," he continued, addressing Cameron in a pleasant
conversational tone as they rode down the trail together, "that you
should have made an ass of yourself for those brutes.
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