“Yes,” said the young hunter, “he told me his story. What a fiend incarnate the chief is!”
“You mean Ku-nan-gu-no-nah. Was he with the party?”
“He led them,” said Clancy. “I think he instigated the attack to get possession of Vinnie.”
The youth shuddered as he thought what might be her fate in such hands. How he longed for the morning.
Darke remembered the promise he had made to Leander Maybob the day before, and wondered if he could restrain himself from shooting the red demon at sight.
“Do you think we will need any one else?” he asked.
“I think not. There will be four of us; and Pete Wimple and the giant hunter will be a host in themselves.”
“We must make all our preparations to-night,” said Darke, “so as to be far on our way at daylight.”
“Yes. We must— What’s that? It sounds like fire!”
A strange sound had arrested his attention.