“So it would,” replied young Smith. “I shouldn’t be surprised if it was used for that purpose before many years.”
“Be the same token it’s the summer sate of a party of travellers at this very minute, and it’s probable we’ll make quite a stay upon it.”
“I hope there ain’t any Indians looking at us,” said McGowan with a shudder, as he glanced toward the shore of the dark and bloody ground. “I am afraid for the women.”
“So does I,——but——”
“Look there!” exclaimed McGowan fairly springing off his feet.
“What? where? I don’t see anything.”
“Here! here! this way!” said he pulling his companion around. “’Tain’t there——it’s on the island, right below us! look, can’t you see it?”
“I saas the traas and the fog and that’s all.”
“It disappeared the very minute you looked. There it is again! Now it’s gone! I wonder what makes it act that way.”
“What is it, man, you’re making such a noise about?”