"That's a lie," said Jack. "You can find anything that you wish to
find in this country."
"Maybe you tell me 'ow?" Jean Paul returned with an ill-concealed sneer.
"We'll find him, with or without you," Jack said.
The horses whinnied again, and presently Jack's little train was heard
approaching along the trail.
Jean Paul started. Apparently he had supposed that Jack was alone.
"Who you got?" he asked sharply.
Jack ignored the question. Jean Paul watched the bend in the trail,
lynx-eyed. When Mary and Davy rode into view his angry chagrin peeped
out. He immediately put on the ordinary redskin mask, but Jack had had
a look beneath.
"A boy and girl!" sneered Jean Paul.
"Exactly," said Jack. "The boy and the girl speak the native talk as
well as you do. They will interpret for me."
As Mary and Davy joined them, Jean Paul greeted them politely, shaking
hands with each, according to custom. Mary's face was as bland and
polite as Jean Paul's own. Jack frowned to see her put her hand into
the breed's, but he said nothing.
"What we do now?" asked Jean Paul of all and sundry. Thus he
gracefully adopted himself into their party.
"Where is the Sapi camp?" asked Jack.