Only for the space of a minute did he linger about the spot, and then glided swiftly along the trail which the scout had been at no pains to conceal.
In the mean time Dick had gone out to the spot where the red-skin had disappeared, and, taking the trail, hurried on after him.
That he was on some errand of mischief, and that he was not alone, he felt assured.
From the signs he had seen during the last twenty-four hours, he knew that the savages meant mischief to some of the settlements along the river.
But the exact spot where the blow was to fall he was in ignorance of.
This, by following close on the movements of the savage, who had so suddenly appeared before him, he was in hopes to discover.
He little thought that another savage was watching his movements full as closely; and only waiting for a chance to take his life and secure his scalp, which would be prized higher by him than a score of ordinary ones.
It would be no common triumph to boast that he had taken the scalp of the Death-Dealer, the scout most feared in all that region of country.
On went the foremost savage, all unconscious that the terrible Death-Dealer was upon his track.
Straight as an arrow from the bow was his way through the forest, and never once stepping from the trail came the unerring scout.