should have killed him for firing before the word was given. All stay where you are till we're afloat, or more'n one corpse will be toted from this place."
"If any one is grieved and wishes to settle a point of honor with me, I will remain. I, Etienne Clair, an old man," began Papa.
But Bridger cut him short by fairly taking him under his arm and disappearing among the bushes with Lander at his side.
"You two take your canoe an' paddle to the foot of the island. I've got a canoe there an' will join you in a few minutes."
They jumped into their dugout and shot the craft down-stream. Bridger remained in the narrow path, over which so many vindicators of honor had traveled, and waited. From the opening came a confused murmuring of many voices. Then some one passionately cried out:
"Is three men to git away like that? It's light 'nough to pick 'em off in th' canoe. Come on!"
There was a rush of feet, a floundering about in the narrow path, then a precipitate halt as Bridger coldly warned:
"Stand back. A bullet for the next man who comes another step."
