“Me go furder.”
“Thar won’t be need of that.”
“Why, white dog round here?” eagerly asked the Indian, approaching nearer.
CHAPTER IV.
SURROUNDED BY PERIL.
This conversation, as will probably be seen, was purposely carried on by Kingman in order to throw the savage off his guard. An encounter he saw was unavoidable between them, and Kingman, in his wounded state, was fearful of the consequences to himself unless he employed some such stratagem as this.
He glanced at his rifle and saw he had preserved the priming from loss and moisture.
“I think the woods are full of the whites, Tom. Haven’t you seen any?”
“Only dem shoot in battle. Me no find any in woods.”
“I seed one hid in a tree. Wal, I reckon I did.”
“You kill him?”