"Burke knew all about it," I answered; "even the hour you were to start."
"Then it is lucky I was delayed; but I have still time to pay my respects to him, the villain!" he answered, throwing the rein over his horse's neck.
"Time to do what?" I asked.
"To go on to the cabin and take or kill Burke, the cold-blooded assassin!" he answered, grimly.
"No, no! You'll not do that, Uncle Job, surely!" I cried.
"Yes, I must have Burke, or know who it is that sent him word. My life may depend upon it hereafter."
"He'll kill you! He's a devil, but soft and purring like a cat," I answered, remembering Burke's way.
"I will not give him a chance. Besides, Blott may not be dead."
"I know he is, for his hand dropped like lead," I answered.
"Very likely, and deserves it for the company he was in; but pistols don't always kill. You stay here," he went on, preparing to mount; "there is no danger, and I will be back in an hour."