The Shawnee shrugged his shoulders.
"Where's that rope?" snapped Chunky, with sudden new-found courage,
facing the guide at close quarters.
"No get um! No get um!" insisted the Indian, gesticulating
extravagantly.
"Yes, but why not, why not?" urged the Professor.
"No find."
"You mean you could not find one?"
"He doesn't know what he means," sneered Ned. "He's had too much pipe
of peace."
"Go take care of that pony," commanded the Professor sternly. "Rub
him down well. After you have done so, return and get your breakfast.
There's not much for you."
"He'll have to wash his own dishes," announced Ned. "No washing
dishes for a lazy Indian. No, not for me."
"Yes, he will have to do that," agreed the Professor. "Come back
here, Eagle-eye."
The boys did not know at the moment what the Professor had in mind.
"Two of our ponies got away last night, Eagle-eye."
The Indian nodded, but without exhibiting any surprise.
"Did you know it?"
"Me know."
"How?" demanded the Professor, with unfeigned surprise.
"Me see um tracks. Me see um ropes there."
"Well, you have got some sense after all,"' retorted the Professor.
"How do you suppose they got away?"
"No get away."
"What's that? What do you mean?" asked Ned sharply.
"No get away."
"I guess the pipe of peace has gone to his head," declared Ned
disgustedly.
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