"Jacques and I shot at him together, so that our pistols sounded just as if only one had been fired--bang! that way--and he leaped sideways for all the world like a bird with a broken leg.

I thought he'd fall; but ve! he ran faster'n ever, and all at once he was gone; just disappeared." "Well, to-morrow we'll get him," said another.

"You and I and Jacques, we'll take up his trail, the thief, and follow him till we find him.

He can't get off so easy." "I don't know so well about that," said another; "it's Long-Hair, you must remember, and Long-Hair is no common buck that just anybody can find asleep.

You know what Long-Hair is.