“I s’pose you’ll let him know in some way of what you’ve done?” Kendrick said.
“He already knows that the death of his eldest daughter lies at my door; knows, too, that I have carried off this one, but he does not yet know the fate that I have marked out for her,” Girty replied.
For a moment Kendrick was silent; then he suddenly broke into a loud laugh.
“Why do you laugh?” asked Girty, in astonishment.
“You’ve fixed this matter out all straight, hain’t you?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“S’pose a bullet from one of the settlers’ long rifles should interfere with this hyer cunning plan, hey?”
“The bullet is not yet run that is to kill me,” rejoined Girty, sternly.
“Not afeard, hey?”
“Not a whit.”