“Wilson, this cougar is a pet,” replied Dale. “You think he's dangerous, but he's not. No more than a kitten. He only looks fierce. He has never been hurt by a person an' he's never fought anythin' himself but deer an' bear. I can make him trail any scent. But the truth is I couldn't make him hurt you or anybody. All the same, he can be made to scare the hair off any one who doesn't know him.”
“Shore thet settles me. I'll be havin' a grand joke while them fellars is scared to death.... Dale, you can depend on me. An' I'm beholdin' to you fer what 'll square me some with myself.... To-night, an' if it won't work then, to-morrer night shore!”
Dale lowered the rifle. The big cougar spat again. Wilson dropped his hands and, stepping forward, split the green wall of intersecting spruce branches. Then he turned up the ravine toward the glen. Once there, in sight of his comrades, his action and expression changed.
“Hosses all thar, Jim?” asked Anson, as he picked up, his cards.
“Shore. They act awful queer, them hosses,” replied. Wilson. “They're afraid of somethin'.”
“A-huh! Silvertip mebbe,” muttered Anson. “Jim, You jest keep watch of them hosses. We'd be done if some tarnal varmint stampeded them.”
“Reckon I'm elected to do all the work now,” complained Wilson, “while you card-sharps cheat each other. Rustle the hosses--an' water an' fire-wood. Cook an' wash. Hey?”
“No one I ever seen can do them camp tricks any better 'n Jim Wilson,” replied Anson.
“Jim, you're a lady's man an' thar's our pretty hoodoo over thar to feed an' amoose,” remarked Shady Jones, with a smile that disarmed his speech.
“Git out, Jim, you're breakin' up the game,” said Moze, who appeared loser.
“Wal, thet gurl would starve if it wasn't fer me,” replied Wilson, genially, and he walked over toward her, beginning to address her, quite loudly, as he approached. “Wal, miss, I'm elected cook an' I'd shore like to heah what you fancy fer dinner.”
The outlaws heard, for they guffawed again. “Haw! Haw! if Jim ain't funny!” exclaimed Anson.
The girl looked up amazed. Wilson was winking at her, and when he got near he began to speak rapidly and low.
“I jest met Dale down in the woods with his pet cougar. He's after you. I'm goin' to help him git you safe away. Now you do your part. I want you to pretend you've gone crazy. Savvy? Act out of your head! Shore I don't care what you do or say, only act crazy. An' don't be scared. We're goin' to scare the gang so I'll hev a chance to sneak you away. To-night or to-morrow--shore.”