The next moment a horseman dashed up to the cave, leaped off his beast, and strode in, bearing a long rifle.
It was the dreaded Butler.
Behind him, at a distance, rode up a dozen rangers.
CHAPTER XXI.
THE PARTISAN’S REVELATION.
The gloomy-looking partisan crossed the threshold, grounded the butt of his rifle, and faced the count without a word.
De Cavannes rose to his feet, and his eye gleamed, as he said:
“I knew you would come. After all you are no coward, if you are a villain, Pierce.”
The partisan laughed sardonically.
“Do you render that much justice to me, Alphonse? You are growing rational. I remember when you would not hear a word, and murdered an innocent woman in your frenzy.”