“Yes, I have kept my word with you and did what I promised, and now my way lies different from yours.”
“Well, I’ll keep your secret.”
“What do I care, now that I am out of the stockade of Point Pleasant, whether you do or not? Here, in the woods I fear no man,” and, with the haughty speech, the stranger departed. His form was soon lost to view among the foliage of the forest.
“Well, he’s a cuss, now, anyway,” said Bob, looking after the stranger in astonishment.
“A man better to have for a friend than an enemy,” said Murdock, quietly; “but, come, let us see if we can not discover some traces of the girl.”
At the end of an hour the two were no wiser than when they began.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A TERRIBLE FRIEND.
Boone gazed in astonishment at the tall figure that, in spite of the gloom that enshrouded the interior of the Indian wigwam, he could distinguish standing in the center of the lodge.
With noiseless steps the dark form moved to the door of the wigwam and listened for a moment. Then it lifted the skin that served for a door and peered out into the gloom of the night.