flapped his arms and sounded the cock's crow of triumph. Prevost examined the unconscious man, then curtly announced:
"He'll do. Nothing broken. The red belt is yours for another trip, Simons. That is, unless this newcomer wants a try for it."
He pointed toward the village, where a man on a mule was quitting the street to ride toward the camp.
"Papa Clair!" cried Lander. "Lord! What does he want here? And riding so fast." And a nameless chill gripped his heart as he watched the old man flog the mule to greater efforts.
"There comes th' steamboat! See her smoke below th' bend!" excitedly yelled Rummy.
