"That must be your appeal. Shall I go now?"
"Yes! Stay, Johnson; return by to-morrow night and tell me Fremont is dead, and you shall be richly rewarded. Tell me Sigel is also dead, and you shall have command of the second regiment."
"Sigel and Fremont shall die!"
"You swear it?"
"Yes, I swear they shall die, when—"
The remaining portion of the sentence was inaudible.
"Ugh!"
Startled, Price turned to behold, at the base of the rock upon which he was standing, an Indian, who was, apparently, fast asleep.
"Do you know that red devil?" asked Price, turning to Johnson.