"Where is Lone Wolf?" was the question he asked, as he paused by the group of smokers and looked inquiringly at them.
But if any of them understood the words uttered, they did not choose to give the information sought, and smoked away as placidly as if seated around their own firesides at home.
Just beyond were two other warriors engaged in conversation, and Ned was sure he had heard one of them speak in broken English during the earlier part of the evening. Hoping to gain the knowledge he desired, he went to him.
"Where is Lone Wolf, the chief?"
"He go way—much time ago—off in the mountains."
"When will he come back?"
The redskin shook his head to signify that he did not know; but added, the next minute:
"Be back to-morrer—mebbe—don't know—can't say."
This rather indefinite information was all that could be obtained by the lad, who was in a shiver of terror; for he believed now that his life was not safe for a single moment.