"What has become of him?" questioned the doctor. "I owe him a deep debt of vengeance, but I fear it will never be paid."
"Ef it hain't by this time I am very much mistaken."
"You did not kill him?"
"Not exactly, but I reckon it resulted in ther same thing."
"I do not understand how that can be."
"Wal, I'll tell yer, and that puts me in mind that I promised you, Cloud, ter do so some day. Don't yer remember what I said erbout er leetle business?"
"She never forgets what her brave tells," was the truthful and characteristic answer of the Indian woman, who looked up to her husband as no one of purely white skin would ever have done.
"Fust I must give yer er description of what kind of er den the old Satan kept."
He proceeded at length to do so, and then described how he had removed the ash and untied the animals so that both they and the terrible serpents could have full play.
"He must have met a fearful death," replied the physician, with a shudder.