"Alas! We have done nothing as yet, since our most cruel enemy, Red Cedar, has escaped."
"What?" the hunter asked in astonishment; "is Red Cedar your enemy?"
"A mortal one," she said, with an expression of terrible hatred. "Oh! I can understand that you, who have hitherto seen me aid him in his designs, cannot conceive such a change. Listen: at the period when I tried to serve that villain, I only believed him to be one of the bandits so common in the Far West."
"While now?"
"Now," she went on, "I know something I was ignorant of then, and have a terrible account to settle with him."
"Far from me be any wish to pry into your secrets; still, permit me to make one observation."
"Pray do so."
"Red Cedar is no common enemy—one of those men who can be easily overcome. You know that as well as I do, I think?"
"Yes, what then?"
"Would you hope to succeed in what men like myself and my friends, and aided by numerous warriors, could not achieve?"