"I know thet—now," muttered the hurt one.
"Don't ye know I would have plugged ye on sight?"
"Would ye?"
"Sartain shur, Slavin."
"Wall, I won't give ye another chance," responded Slavin, with a heavy sigh.
"Ye won't git the chance, ye mean," said the old hunter, significantly.
"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."
