"Agreed, agreed!" cried the men; "come on."
Dick, too, seemed to agree to this proposal, and hastily ordered
Crusoe to run on ahead with the savage; an order which the dog obeyed
so vigorously that, before the men had done laughing at him, he was a
couple of hundred yards ahead of them.
"Take care that he don't get off!" cried Dick, springing on Charlie
and stretching out at a gallop.
In a moment he was beside the Indian. Scraping together the little of
the Indian language he knew, he stooped down, and, cutting the thongs
that bound him, said,--
"Go! white men love the Indians."
The man cast on his deliverer one glance of surprise, and the next
moment bounded aside into the bushes and was gone.
A loud shout from the party behind showed that this act had been
observed; and Crusoe stood with the end of the line in his mouth,
and an expression on his face that said, "You're absolutely
incomprehensible, Dick! It's all right, I _know_, but to my feeble
capacity it _seems_ wrong."
"Fat for you do dat?" shouted Pierre in a rage, as he came up with a
menacing look.
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