“You don’t remember what you did after that?”
“Not a thing about it,” Lark replied, decidedly.
“Why, that was hours ago. I’ve been a prisoner in the hands of the Shawnees, and escaped from them, too, in that time,” Boone said.
“I can not explain; it is all a blank to me,” Lark replied.
“Perhaps you were taken with a fit?” suggested Kenton.
“Perhaps so.”
“But where have you kept yourself?—for I’ll swear that you wasn’t hyer thirty minutes ago,” Boone said, decidedly.
“I can’t understand it in the least,” Lark replied, rising to his feet as he spoke.
“Well, it’s the most mysterious affair that I ever heerd of,” Boone added, with a doubtful shake of the head. “How do you feel—weak?”
“No, as strong and as well as I ever was.”