“It is queer how he came among the Indians, Dave. He will most likely have quite a story to tell—if he is ever able to tell it.”
“Oh, I think he will recover, don’t you?”
“Yes, physically, but——” And Henry shrugged his shoulders.
“You think it will affect him here?” And Dave tapped his forehead.
“Perhaps. Don’t you remember Dick Barsbee? He went crazy from the Indian tortures he endured.”
“Yes, I remember that.” Dave shook his head. “I hope the man comes around all right. I must say there is something about him that interests me a great deal.”
“Does his face look familiar to you?”
“It certainly does,—but I can’t trace the likeness to save myself.”
“It’s the same way with me, and Sam Barringford says the same. Now what can it mean?”
“We may find out when we learn who the man is.”