privation, how gladly would they have put their knives
into his back, but they knew his sort by only too bitter experience and
they knew that at his hands they need expect no pity.

"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. Bah! What odds?
Old Macdougall or some one else would get their stuff sooner or later.
Why not I? Come, cheer up. You are jolly well out of it, for, God knows,
you may live to look death in the face many a time, but never while
you live will you be so near touching the old sport as you were a few
minutes ago. Why I have interfered to save you these three times blessed
if I know! Many a man's bones have been picked by the coyotes in these
hills for a fraction of the provocation you have given me, not to speak
of Little Thunder, who is properly thirsting for your blood. But take
advice from me," here he leaned over towards Cameron and touched him on
the shoulder, while his voice took a sterner tone, "don't venture on any
further liberties with him."

Suddenly Cameron's rage blazed forth.

"Now perhaps you will listen to me," he said in a voice thrilling with
p