"Yes. Them mounds thar are what they look like, graves. And the hunters hev a story that the dead won't rest thar, because they were foully dealt with. Mebbe the story's trew, and those are the graves of little children. It mout be; sadder things hev happened in the history of these times."
"Do you know any thing of the settler who lived here?"
"He never ha'nted me; that I know, and I've stopped here many a time tew rest. Keep quiet here and wait for me."
"Suppose any thing should happen to you?" said Floyd.
"It won't. Waal, yew stay here until morning, and if I ain't here then, go on yure way."
He slung his rifle into the corner, looked to see that his knife and hatchet were in his belt, and disappeared in the darkness.
CHAPTER X.
TOO MUCH "FIRE-WATER."