"The lad's right.
Get along, Pierre." "You had no right, you vas wrong.

Oui, et I have goot vill to give you one knock on de nose." Dick looked Pierre in the face, as he said this, in a manner that cowed him.
"It is time," he said quietly, pointing to the sun, "to go on.

Your bourgeois expects that time won't be wasted." Pierre muttered something in an angry tone, and wheeling round his horse, dashed forward at full gallop, followed by the rest of the men.
The trappers encamped that night on the edge of a wide grassy plain, which offered such tempting food for the horses that Pierre resolved to forego his usual cautious plan of picketing them close to the camp, and set them loose on the plain, merely hobbling them to prevent their straying far.
Dick remonstrated, but in vain.

An insolent answer was all he got for his pains.

He determined, however, to keep Charlie close beside him all night, and also made up his mind to keep a sharp look-out on the other horses.
At supper he again remonstrated.
"No 'fraid," said Pierre, whose pipe was beginning to improve his temper.