“I don’t see how it can fail. I want your assistance, and I’ve got a fellow in the station that will help me. You two will be enough to play Indian. It won’t be much trouble and very little risk, and I’ll pay well for it.”
“When do you want it done?” asked the stranger.
“The sooner the better,” replied Murdock. “I suppose that will suit you.”
“Yes, for I’ll soon have other fish to fry along the border,” said the other, and a demon light gleamed from his fierce eyes.
“Do you expect to drive the whites from the Ohio?” asked Murdock.
“No, but I’ll raise such a blaze along the river, and strike such a blow that it shall be felt, even to Virginia!” cried the other, in a tone of fierce menace.
“It will be a bloody time,” said Murdock, thoughtfully.
“Yes, blood will run like water,” replied the stranger. “But what is the name of the girl that is to be carried off?”
“Virginia Treveling.”
The stranger started as though he had trodden upon a snake.