"You see the rancher, Mr. Mabie. I think he can do something for you,"
he said.
"I know him. He no like Running Elk and the Crees. Once they take some
cattle that stampede and wander far away. Never forget or forgive that
wrong. Better not see rancher. Go on down river soon, sell few pelts,
and buy gun. Mebbe all right."
"No! no! Don't be in a hurry. I'm sure Mr. Mabie won't hold that old
grudge against you now, and he's a good man. He will give you gun and
powder. Wait and see."
Half an hour later, as he was sitting there, with a rude bandage around
his throbbing head, and talking with Little Mink, who had taken a great
fancy for the paleface hunter who owned the beautiful gun, Frank heard
a startled exclamation from the border of the thicket near by.
"Hello, there, Jerry! Come in and get acquainted!" he cried out, as his
eyes fell upon the astonished face of his chum thrust from the scrub.
"Talk to me about surprises! What could equal this? Here, after getting
the scare of my life, thinking my chum had been carried off by the
redskins, I find him hobnobbing with them in their camp.
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