Here they were joined by the ladies.

"Now, then, what the deuce is all this row ?" inquired Cameron.
"Why, it's Mr.Smith!" cried Mandy.
"Smith again! More of Smith's work, eh?
Well, this beats me," said her husband.

For some moments Cameron stood surveying the group, the Indian silent and immobile as one of the poplar trees beside him, the ladies with faces white, Smith disheveled in garb, pale and panting and evidently under great excitement.

Cameron burst into a loud laugh.
Smith's pale face flushed a swift red, visible even in the moonlight, then grew pale again, his excited panting ceased as he became quiet.
"Now what is the row ?" asked Cameron again.

"What is it, Smith ?" "I found this Indian in the bush here and I seized him.