CHAPTER VII.
ALONE IN THE WILDERNESS.
“Where’s your friend?”
There was apprehension in the question of the trapper, or he would not have called Nat, as he had never called him before. The question was asked, too, the instant I appeared.
“I cannot tell,” I answered, seating myself gloomily.
“Whar’d you leave him?”
“I cannot answer that either. He went with me to watch the river, as you remember. Espying that canoe which you saw yesterday, he concealed himself a few yards distant, in order to obtain a better view of it. Since then I have seen nothing of him.”
“Was it he who shot?”
“It sounded like his gun, although I am not positive that it really was.”
“I heerd it, an’ took it for him; and, shoot me, if I didn’t know he’d get into some scrape.”