“I don’t know.”
Again the two scouts stared at their companion in amazement.
“You don’t know?” Boone questioned, in wonder.
“No; I can’t remember any thing about it.”
“What have you been doing since we parted?”
“I can’t tell you that, either,” replied Lark, evidently as greatly puzzled as the other two.
“Can’t tell?”
“No. I can remember parting with you here some hours ago, and making the agreement to meet you here again. Then I struck off into the forest, intending to scout into the Indian village.”
“Yes.”
“And that is all I can remember.”