"No got um."

"Do you mean to say you have been gone nearly twenty-four hours and
have not found a rope?" demanded Professor Zepplin.

"No rope," persisted the guide sullenly.

"Why not?" demanded Ned, steadying himself, for he was more wrought up
than he wished to admit, even to himself.

The Shawnee shrugged his shoulders.

"Where's that rope?" snapped Chunky, with sudden new-found courage,
facing the guide at close quarters.

"No get um! No get um!" insisted the Indian, gesticulating
extravagantly.

"Yes, but why not, why not?" urged the Professor.

"No find."

"You mean you could not find one?"

"He doesn't know what he means," sneered Ned. "He's had too much pipe
of peace."

"Go take care of that pony," commanded the Professor sternly. "Rub
him down well. After you have done so, return and get your breakfast.