“I must go and alarm my uncle,” said Peter to Dennis, privately.
He hurried away toward the old wood-chopper’s cabin.
He beat on the door, and cried:
“Lift the latch!”
There was a noise within, and presently the latch was lifted.
“You, boy? You? What brings you here at this time of night?”
“To warn you of danger. There has been a man in the cedar swamp who is seeking you, and he has no honest purpose in his heart, as I could see. He is a half-breed. He says that you have money concealed.”
The old man’s face took on a look of terror.
He began to dance around.
“Who—ah—says that I have money concealed?” he said, lighting a candle—“who—who—who?” He lit another light.