"He must have been done for if you hit him," remarked Lemington, who knew that Tony Jadwin was not the one to waste a shot, especially on an unfriendly Indian.
Another hour went by, and it began to cloud over a little. Jadwin had just gone to the house for a hot drink and now he set up a sudden shout.
"That prisoner is gone!"
"What's that?" came from James Morris, quickly.
"Your Injun's got away from you, Jim."
"You don't mean it!" ejaculated the trader. "Why, I tied him up good, hands and feet."
"Some on them are reg'lar rattlesnakes fer crawling out o' cords," was Peaceful Jones's comment. "The question is, whar did he go to?"
Several lanterns were lit and a search instituted, but nothing could be found of the missing prisoner. The sudden turn of affairs worried Mr. Morris a great deal.
"Do you think he is hiding around here, Uncle Jim?" asked Henry.
"It is possible—although I have looked everywhere. If he went over the palisade it's queer some of us didn't see him."