"Rolleston. . . ."
Simon started:
"Rolleston! Did he kill Charles?"
"Yes. . . . I. . . . I was wounded. . . . I have been calling out all night. And, just now, another man. . . ."
"You were attacked again, were you not, by some thief who wanted to rob you. . . . And, when he heard us coming, he too stabbed you and took to his heels? Then he is not far away?"
"There . . . there," stammered Williams, trying to stretch out his arm.
The Indian pointed to footsteps which led to the left, up the slope of the hills:
"There's the trail," he said.
"I'll follow it up," said Simon, leaping into the saddle.