He knew, also, that he must rescue her between now and the time she should reach there, if he did so at all.
Once there and a new danger would threaten her.
The Indian girl, in her jealous rage, would soon find some way to administer to her the deadly potion the Wizard had promised to prepare for her.
He knew well the way to the Indian village, and the point he was now trying to decide in his mind was this:
Should he hurry on before them for a considerable distance, and lay in wait for their coming? or, had he better now take the trail and follow on behind them, watching for the opportunity he sought?
The latter they might mistrust he would do, and so some of the red-skins lay in ambush for him.
For some time he revolved this question in his mind, and then decided upon the latter course.
He thought this the best way to accomplish his purpose, and he would keep his eyes open for danger.
He knew that they stood in fear of the Death-Dealer, and that they would give him a wide berth, unless by their numbers they hoped to match his cunning and the strength of his arm.
His course decided upon, he leisurely took his way back in the direction he had come.