"You nearly knocked the wind out of me!" "Beeg fool you!" grunted Jerry fiercely, dragging him back into the tunnel out of the light.
"Let me go, Jerry!" cried Cameron in a rage, struggling to free himself from the grip of the wiry half-breed.
"Mak' still!" hissed Jerry, laying his hand over Cameron's mouth.
"Indian mad--crazy--tak' scalp sure queeck." "Let me go, Jerry, you little fool!" said Cameron.

"I'll kill you if you don't! I want that Sioux, and, by the eternal God, I am going to have him!" He shook himself free of the half-breed's grasp and sprang to his feet.

"I am going to get him!" he repeated.
"No!" cried Jerry again, flinging himself upon him and winding his arms about him.

"Wait! Nodder tam'.

Indian mad crazy--keel quick--no talk--now." Up and down the tunnel Cameron dragged him about as a mastiff might a terrier, striving to free himself from those gripping arms.