all three had gormandized themselves until, absolutely, they
could contain no more, each had some left. This, as a matter of course,
was thrown to Terror, and by the time he had swallowed them all, he
licked his jaws to show that his pangs of hunger were also fully
satisfied.

CHAPTER XI.

FURTHER EAST.

"With your lave?" said Tim O'Rooney, stepping forward and drawing the
pipe of their Indian host from his mouth. The latter gazed at him in
amazement but said nothing, and offered no objection to the impudent
proceeding.

"I fales better," complacently added the Irishman as he emitted volume
after volume of tobacco smoke. "We've had a good schlape, a good male,
and I'm quieting my narves with the ould gintleman's pipe."

"It strikes me, Tim, you were rather discourteous," said Elwood. "Be
careful that we do not trespass too much on his good nature."

"This is the calomel o' pace, as they calls it, and when you shmoke it
it manes there's no enmity atween us. You see, the ould gintleman and
meself have shmoked it together, and that makes us frinds. That is a
wise shtroke of policy on the part of Tim O'Rooney, beside the comfort
it gives him. Will aither of yez indulge in a few whiffs?"

Both replied that they did not use the weed in any form.

"That's right. It makes me indignant when I sees a youngster puffing
away at a pipe or a segar; but never mind that, boys; do yez jist look
over the top of our ould frind's head and tell me whether yez sees
anything."

"I have noticed that fine-looking rifle before," replied Howard; "I only
wish each of us had such a one."

"We will have that before we lave this mansion. Do ye mind that, boys?"

"I will starve to death before I will consent to take it away from the
old Indian after the kind treatment he has given us," said Howard.

"So would I," promptly added Elwood. "No matter how badly we may want it
I shall never consent to steal it."

"Shtale it! Who talks of shtaling it!" indignantly demanded Tim. "You're
a couple of fine spalpeens, ain't you, to think that of me. I mane to
buy it, and give the ould man his own price."

"What have you to buy it with?" asked Elwood in surprise. "I have a
little money, but I don't believe it is enough to buy such a
good-looking gun as that."

"No; if your pockets were lined with gold pieces he would care nothing
for them," said Howard; "but what will you offer him, Tim?"

"Each of you has a knife, and likewise have I;