it onto a kid, that-a-way, it th'ow'd me off complete. But, how in time y'u goin' to round up them here Injuns?"
"Come along and see. I need your help. We'll show 'em. Where are the other white men?"
"Got acrost th' ridge," answered the tall man, who glanced into his partner's face, and then dubiously at the two in the canoe.
"Shove off!" commanded Connie. "These specimens are afraid to tackle it, and we can't waste time." Ick Far placed the end of his paddle against the bank, but before he could bear his weight on it, the tall man stepped forward.
"Hold on, kid, we ain't afraid. Y'u got us wrong—dead wrong. We're peaceable parties when they's any chanst to be, but when a hull pack o' howlin' red-skins comes a-kihootin' down th' crick an' confisticates our outfit, an' trees us up a rock ledge, it's time sunthin' was did. We can't figger out how such a little shaver happens to be a-wearin' that unyform, but if y'u're good enough f'r th' Mounted y'u're good enough f'r we—eh, Toad?" The other emphatically assented and as they took their places the tall man further elucidated:
