Part 34 (2/2)
”All right, jes' as ye please, Watson. But if thet young feller saved my life why I'm----”
”What?”
”I'm going to make it up ter him, thet's all.”
”Do you mean that you will lead us without any further trouble?”
questioned Allen eagerly.
”Thet's wot I do mean, an' I'll swear ter it if ye want me ter,” added Slavin, solemnly.
”You needn't swear, Slavin.”
”But I mean it, Winthrop. I may be a bad man, but I ain't so all-fired bad as ter forgit a man when he does me a good turn,” went on the sufferer, with increased earnestness.
”Well, I will take you at your word.”
”But I can't go on just yet. I've got a terrible pain in my breast, here.”
”I suppose you have. We shan't move to-night and maybe not to-morrow. It will depend upon how Noel Urner feels.”
”Oh, I'll go on,” said Noel. ”But I think a little rest here will do us all good,” he added, thoughtfully.
”Yes, ye all need it,” put in Watson. ”An' now I want all o' ye to turn in an' git some sleep. I'll stay on guard.”
”But not all night,” insisted Allen. ”Wake me at two or three o'clock.”
And so it was arranged.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
A Buffalo Stampede
Allen went on duty at three o'clock and remained on guard until six, when the others awoke.
The sun was showing itself in the east and all that remained of the storm were a few scattering drops.
”How do you feel?” asked Allen of Noel.
”Fairly well, although the arm is stiff, Allen.” And the young man continued: ”What shall we do with the wolverine?”
”Nothing, unless you want the pelt.”
”I never want to see the beast again,” said Noel, with a shudder for which Allen could not blame him.
”Then let him lie for the other wild beasts to feed upon.”
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