his men. As there were some three hundred animals, all in prime condition, the Crows' sorrow over the fate of their tribesmen was somewhat assuaged.
"You shall receive something worth while from the sale of the beaver," Bridger informed Lander.
"Good lord! I'm satisfied with receiving my life back," shuddered Lander. "I shall never forget the women. They were terrible."
"Leave it to me to fix the terms. An' speaking of women, when a man marries he likes to have something besides high hopes. We must show our heels a bit faster, boys."
"You think they'll be following us?" asked Lander anxiously, thinking of the chief's threat to bring eight hundred men.
"They'll follow when they can. What worries me is two white men—not the Blackfoot nation. I don't like the notion of having left Phinny and Ferguson in camp together."
As they rode down the river Lander related his experience to Bridger and insisted Phinny and Porker had planned his death.
"Don't doubt it," coolly agreed Bridger. "But Porker's dead an' we can't prove anything on Phinny. Treat him just as if you didn't suspect
