"Let my brother watch carefully," remarked the Indian.
"Be not uneasy," smiled Charbonneau.
"In my opinion," said Bright-eye, "this man is one of the outlaws of the desert. I have seen him somewhere before. I must not only think over the matter, but put the master of the house on his guard."
Meanwhile the four men rejoined Clinton and Samuel Dickson in the drawing room, where copious refreshments awaited them.
[CHAPTER X.]
WHO THE STRANGER WAS.
As soon as the farmer had taken some slight refreshment and assured himself as to the comfortable position in which he was placed, he took his leave. The day was far advanced, and he had to meet his brother on a matter of business.
On leaving George, the squatter bent low on his horse, and after one last glance at the hut: