Waldo rightly suspected that a little bravado would make a good impression on the intellect primeval, nor was he mistaken.
“What do you here in my country?” asked the man, but his tone was less truculent than before.
“I am searching for Flatfoot and Korth—and Nadara,” said Waldo.
The other’s eyes narrowed.
“What would you of them?” he asked.
“Nadara was good to me—I would repay her.”
“But Flatfoot and Korth—what of them?” insisted the man.
“My business is with them. When I see them I shall transact it,” Waldo parried, for he had seen the cunning look in the man’s eyes and he did not like it. “Can you lead me to them?”
“I can tell you where they are, but I am not bound thither,” replied the man. “Three days toward the setting sun will bring you to the village of Flatfoot. There you will find Korth also—and Nadara,” and without further parley the savage turned and trotted toward the east.
