They don't mean to kill us, anyhow; for if they did they would niver take the trouble to bring us here.

Ochone! me heart's beginnin' to go down altogether; for we are miles and miles away from anywrhere now, and I don't know the direction o' no place whatsumdiver." "Never mind, Barney, cheer up," said Martin with a smile; "if they don't kill us that's all we need care about.

I'm sure we shall manage to escape somehow or other in the long-run." While they thus conversed the old trader spread his poncho over himself and was soon sound asleep; while the Indians, after finishing supper, held an animated conversation.

At times they seemed to be disputing, and spoke angrily and with violent gesticulations, glancing now and then at the corner where their prisoners lay.
"It's my belafe," whispered Barney, "that they're spakin' about us.

I'm afeard they don't mean us any good.