One thing was obvious, Long-Hair did not wish the other Indians to know of the move he was making.

Deftly he slipped the blankets from around Beverley, and cut the thongs at his ankles.
"Still!" he whispered.

"Come 'long." Under such circumstances a competent mind acts with lightning celerity.
Beverley now understood that Long-Hair was stealing him away from the other savages and that the big villain meant to cheat them out of their part of the reward.

Along with this discovery came a fresh gleam of hope.

It would be far easier to escape from one Indian than from nearly a score.