“Kill whom?”
“Con Bates and Ben Jackson.”
Grace freed the man from his bonds.
“Are there rifles here?”
“Yes.”
“Get two, quick, if you know where they are. Is any one else here in this place?”
“All gone. Not come back till moonrise. When come back mebby kill white girls. Catch Joe Smoky Face and fetch here.”
“Joe, did you shoot that arrow into our camp to warn us?” demanded Grace, a sudden light flooding her mentality.
“Me shoot arrow.” Joe ran down the tunnel a few yards and returned with two rifles, both loaded.
“Now we are all right, if you are certain that no one will come here. Tell me as quickly as you can, what happened to you.”