“Where go now?” she whispered.
“Over yonder,” replied Revel. “Some of the warriors have gone below here, an’ll soon be up ahind us.”
“Be much careful,” she admonished. “More warriors comin’ from lake.”
“Ar’ ye sure?”
“Yes—sure. Has Evil Eye any news?”
“No,” replied Will. “Seek Rhodan and Goodbrand. If we live, the White Fox shall be found.”
At that instant a bright sheet of flame came from the opposite side of the space, and the report of a rifle followed. But before its echoes had ceased, a rifle just below them answered, and an Indian’s death-groan was distinctly heard.
The Indian girl disappeared from Revel’s side as noiseless as a shadow. Holding his rifle ready, he bent forward on foot and knee, his gaze toward the spot where the Indian had fallen. He knew it was Mace who had shot the warrior, and he resolved to wait till the former should move.
The forest was now as still as though no living being lurked in its depths. But presently he heard evidence that told him his companions below were coming toward him.
He rose cautiously, and began to move on. He believed Mace had changed his plan. Perhaps some of their foes were already gliding directly up on their rear. Suddenly he paused. Some of the rest were very near him.