“From Indians! do you suppose there could be found a savage, Irene, who would harm a hair of your head?”
Kingman had hardly ceased speaking when he heard a rustling, and started to his feet. He reached forward to his rifle, which he had leaned against a tree not three feet away. It was gone!
“By heavens! we are in danger. Keep quiet, dearest,” he whispered.
The next instant they heard the deep, suppressed laughter of some one. Both were confounded. Wonder for a moment held them silent, then, as Kingman looked up he saw a form standing in the entrance.
“Frighten you any?” asked the well-known voice of Abe Moffat.
“Rather,” laughed Kingman. “Have you got my rifle?”
“I picked one up that was leaning against a tree here.”
“How did you get it without my knowing it?”
“Just reached over and hauled it up without saying a word. You needn’t blush so, Irene; I didn’t hear George ask you to be his bonny wife; I didn’t hear you promise him you would; but, George, if you value your little angel, you’d better get out of this as soon as convenient.”
“What mean you?” asked both, eagerly.