“Whar was the body?” asked Jackson.
“Just beyond a tree where some hunter had cut his name—Abe Lark,” answered Kenton.
“Wal, we were nigh it this mornin’!” cried Abe, in astonishment.
The dark-skinned stranger, having apparently heard all he wanted, strolled leisurely away.
Murdock, convinced now that he was not mistaken as to the identity of the stranger, followed him slowly.
“Let this Wolf Demon come within range of my rifle, I’ll quickly prove whether he is man or devil,” said the unknown, as he walked onward. “Watega dead? That interferes with my plans, but I can do without him, since it must be so.” And with these strange words on his tongue, he was suddenly astonished by being hailed by Murdock.
CHAPTER VII.
THE SCHEME OF CLEMENT MURDOCK.
The stranger turned in no little surprise at being accosted by the young man.