“Who?” gasped Julian.
“Sanders. You didn’t think to hear of him again so soon, did you?”
“I never expected to hear from him again.”
“Sho! Wal, you’ll hear and see more of him durin’ the next few weeks than you’ll like, I tell you. That was him a chasin’ you, ’cause I’ve seed him often enough to know him,” added the trapper, leading the way toward the camp, loading his rifle as he went.
“You said you were watching me,” said Julian. “Why did you do it?”
“‘Cause I’m a friend to you.”
“I begin to believe you are,” replied the boy, casting all his suspicions to the winds. “If I had been sure of it to-day when I first saw you, I shouldn’t have run away from you; but I have seen so much treachery lately that I distrust everybody.”
“I can easy b’lieve that. I know purty near what Dick an’ Ned have been up to.”
“You told me this morning that you know who I am. Of course, then, you know my father.”