"Yes," said Duncan.
"Dat bad sabage see somefing, sah! He go tell de king. King make bobbery soon. Plaps cut all you troats, like he kill pore leetle Lilywhite to-mollow."
"What!" cried Conal, "kill Lilywhite! If he dares, I'll put a bullet through his fat and ugly phiz."
"Poh Lilywhite!" continued Carrambo, as if speaking to himself. "But," he added, "s'pose you come to-night, I take you to de hut. Lily come back heah; den not die."
Conal at once agreed, and Carrambo came for him some hours after sunset.
The butchering hut was at a considerable distance from the main village, and, strange to say, unguarded. But they crept in and found Lily bound hand and foot.
She was speedily rescued, and in an hour's time they were all back at the fort.
But Conal had seen something that night which seriously alarmed both him and his companions.
The savages were squatted out-of-doors around fires, and all in war-paint.
They looked fierce and terrible.