A long, and apparently interesting conversation ensued, in which Crookleg’s gesticulations were, as usual, violent, while the young chief, with arms folded, and brows knit, listened to his narration.
It was late ere they separated, the negro hobbling back in the direction of the ruin, while Wacora returned to his uncle’s dwelling.
Chapter Eighteen.
A Love Meeting.
The old fort, as already said, was in a ruinous condition.
It had at one time been a stronghold of the Spaniards, but on their quitting that part of the country, it had been suffered to fall into decay.
Early in the morning succeeding Wacora’s interview with Crookleg, two persons stood conversing near the inner wall of the ruin.
They were Sansuta and Warren Rody.