The squatter stooped down to the ground, and walked a few steps, carefully examining the bloody traces left on the pebbles.
"He has been carried off," he said, when he rose again. "Perhaps he is not dead."
"Perhaps so," the young man observed, with a shake of his head.
His father gave him a most significant look.
"To work," he said coldly.
And they prepared to escalade the window.
[CHAPTER XIX.]
INDIAN DIPLOMACY.
We will return, for the present, to Valentine and his comrades.