Chapter Thirty Nine.
An Old Acquaintance.
On seeing the Indian, Cris Carrol felt himself in a dilemma.
But he did not pause long before taking action.
He saw that the man was not watching him, but seemed to have his eyes fixed upon the windows of the adjoining habitation.
Quietly pulling in the iron framework which was beginning to feel heavy, Cris deposited it without noise in the interior of the room and again clambered up to the window. Before doing so, however, he stole his knife from one of the sleeping sentinels.
The Indian outside had still maintained his attitude.
When Cris looked forth again, he saw him with his eyes fixed on the same spot.
What was to be done?
The only thing that suggested itself to the hunter was precisely what he did do.