"He's sold him our secret.
He's told him where the gold is, Johnny! He's bargained to guide Rann an' his crowd to it! An' first--they're goin' to kill _us!_" With a low whistle Aldous took off his hat.

He ran a hand through his blond-gray hair.

Then he replaced his hat and drew two cigars from his pocket.

MacDonald accepted one.

Aldous' eyes were glittering; his lips were smiling.
"They are, are they, Donald?
They're going to kill us ?" "They're goin' to try," amended the old hunter, with another curious chuckle in his ghostly beard.