“Drat the critter, anyhow!” grumbled Farley, flopping over upon his stomach and raising his head. “He’s at it ag’in. Seems he can’t sleep, n’r let anybody else. I wish to gosh he’d stayed in ol’ Kaintuck with his wife an’ babies—I do, by Tabithy!”
Then in a startled voice:
“Say, Ross, wake up! Y’r Injin’s took his departure. Ther’ ain’t hide n’r hair of him to be seen.”
Douglas rubbed his eyes and sat erect. Bright Wing had disappeared.
CHAPTER IV.
“When did you discover his absence, Joe?” was Douglas’s first question.
“Jest this minute,” Farley replied promptly. “That dang Kaintuckian waked me up with his caterwaulin’—an’ I found the Injin gone. Then I called you. Listen to that critter squallin’—an’ he calls it singin’!”
“What can have become of the Wyandot?” Ross asked, unheeding Joe’s complaining tone—as he arose and peered into the shadows.