struck a moderate trot. He had not crossed a fourth of the intervening distance, when the guide thundered:
“NO! I don’t want ye, ye black imp! Stay whar ye are! Young Payne is the chap I meant; why don’t ye come when I tell ye to come?”
The laughing youth spoke to his mare, and hurried forward.
“Wal, if he ain’t the mos’ umbrageous rapscallion dat eber trod on two legs,” growled Jethro as his friend passed him, hurrying to answer Shagbark’s call.
Acquainted by this time with the moods of the old trapper, Alden did not speak as he drew up beside him, but waited to learn what he had in mind.
“I want ye to keep with me a while,” remarked Shagbark, who had checked his animal and now resumed his progress on a walk; “I’ve something to say to ye.”
“I’m listening.”
“Have ye obsarved anything ’tickler?”
Uncertain what was meant, the youth replied:
“I can’t say that I have: what do you mean?”
