"As long as I can thravel over the airth and Miss Cora isn't found, me faat shall niver find rest."
The trapper indulged in an incredulous smile.
"You'd be doing the same, Tim, if yees had iver laid eyes on Miss Cora or had iver heard her speak," said Teddy, as his eyes filled with tears. "God bliss her! she was worth a thousand such lives as mine—"
"Don't say nothin'" interrupted the trapper, endeavoring to conceal his agitation; "I've l'arned years ago what that business is. The copperskins robbed me of a prize I'll never git agin, long afore you'd ever seen one of the infarnal beings."
"Was she a swateheart?"
"Never mind—never mind; it'll do no good to speak of it now. She's gone—that's enough."
"How do you know she can't be got agin, whin—"
"She was tomahawked afore my eyes—ain't that enough?" demanded the trapper, indignantly.
"I axes pardon, but I was under the impression they had run away with her as they did with Miss Cora."
"Hang 'em, no! If they'd have done that I'd have chased 'em to the Pacific ocean and back agin afore I'd give 'em up."