He did not think he would intrude again, even if he had companions within call.
"We have no food; we can give you nothing; you must go elsewhere." "Then me go;" and, as if the business was concluded, the buck turned about and began walking toward the edge of the grove.

Yielding to a whim which he did not fully understand, Jack Dudley followed him with the warning words: "If you stop, or turn about, or make a move to shoot, I will kill you." It is probable that the savage contemplated some movement of the kind, but he must have known the fatal risk involved.

Quick as he was, he could not whirl about and bring his gun to a level before the young man would pull the trigger of the Winchester, which was held pointed toward him.

He knew that so long as he obeyed orders he would be unharmed, and he would have been a zany had he hesitated to do so.
He did not hesitate, but with a deliberate step that was not lacking in a certain dignity he walked slowly between the trees, with his captor only a few paces behind and keeping pace with him.
Almost on the edge of the grove Jack Dudley made an interesting discovery.

A pony, smaller than the one he had ridden from Fort Steele, stood motionless in the shadow, awaiting the return of his master.