"There now," he interrupted finally, forgetting even his smattering of Indian and addressing her in English, "just 'bide there a bit, lass, whilst I gets d**k Blake. He knows your lingo better'n me. I'll send he up."
And, hurrying down the trail, he called:
"d**k, come up here. They's a Injun lass at th' tilt, firin' a lot o' lingo at me I can't fathom."
"A Injun lass!" exclaimed d**k. "What's she doin' there, now? An' where's Bob an' Shad?"
"Yes, a Injun lass," said Ed impatiently, "an' what she's doin' you'll have t' find out. It seems like she's achin' t' tell somethin'. I'm not seein' Bob an' Shad."
"They must be somethin' wrong, Ed. Come down an' help Bill get th' cargo ashore, an' I'll find out what 'tis;" and d**k hurried up the trail past Ed, to meet Manikawan, for she it was.
