Chapter Four.
Cris Carrol.
Nelatu recovered from his wounds.
Warren had conducted him to a hut, the temporary residence of a man of the name of Cris Carrol.
This individual was a thorough specimen of a backwood’s hunter.
He was rough in manner, but in disposition gentle as a child.
He detested the formalities and restrictions of civilisation.
Even a new settlement had an oppressive air to him, which he could not endure.
It was only the necessity of disposing of his peltries and laying in a stock of ammunition that brought him into any spot where his fellow creatures were to be found.