For a moment Lark stared with meaningless eyes at the two, and they, fixed as statues, horrified, they knew not at what, returned the look.
Then, with a sudden start, and apparently with the strength of a giant playing in his muscles, Lark sprung to his feet.
As he rose, he came in violent contact with Boone and Kenton, and the sudden shock hurled them to the floor as though they had been two children.
When he had gained his feet, Lark cast a rapid glance around him, passed his hand mechanically across his forehead, and then, with a stealthy step, like unto a wild beast crawling in upon its prey, he left the cabin.
For a moment Boone and Kenton, seated upon the floor where they had fallen, looked at each other in speechless astonishment.
“If he ain’t mad, I’m a catfish!” cried Kenton.
“Let’s foller him; he may do some one a mischief!” exclaimed Boone. Then, with eager haste, they followed Lark.
CHAPTER XXXV.
THE PRICE OF LE-A-PAH’S HAND.
The shades of night descended upon the village of Chillicothe, yet the plumed and painted warriors headed by Ke-ne-ha-ha went not forth upon their expedition against the whites on the banks of the Ohio.