François was a sorry sight with the blood streaming from his nose. He was sobered and scared but he was to have revenge.
“HE ROLLED THE DAZED MAN ON TO HIS FACE AND BOUND HIS ARMS BEHIND HIS BACK.”
CHAPTER XI
FATHER MOURNING FOR SON
What of David Allison’s fortunes? Weeks had lengthened into months and no word had come back to Charlottesville from the man whom the great woods had swallowed.
After several weeks of weary travel, through forest and by river, the party had reached the location they sought. It was one that would attract even the most practical and stolid of frontiersmen: a plain of several hundred acres surrounded by the forest, a detached part of those great plains farther west, which stretched hundreds of miles with scarcely a tree to dot the expanse.