“I can’t understand it,” said Bart, after a pause. “I don’t see why he should be lost. I wonder whether—but that’s nonsense.”
“What’s that?”
“I wonder whether Sam could have been following us,” said Bart, half shuddering at the frightful thought that had occurred.
“Sam? What, the Injin?”
“Yes.”
“An what’d he be a follerin of us for?”
“O, I don’t know. But you remember how he looked last night. He looked like a demon. He certainly tried to kill us.”
“Sure but he was dead dhrunk an mad intoirely, so he was.”
“But his mad fit may have lasted till to-day; and he may have been sneaking after us through the woods, and watching for a chance to do some mischief. And so—”
Bart hesitated.