Chapter Six.
A Night Alarm.
“Did you give the Indian lad the knife?” said the colonel as they came abreast.
“No, father.”
“Go and do it at once, and mind how you give it; the fellow’s as wild as a hawk. I thought he was going to spring over the precipice as soon as I touched him.”
Perry took out the pocket-knife he had with him, and stepped forward; but a word from his father checked him.
“I don’t want to make too much fuss over this, Perry, my lad,” he said, “but you displayed a great want of nerve. You did not act like a healthy, sturdy, English boy, and but for that Indian’s quick decision, you would have lost your life.”
“Yes, father, I’m afraid so.”