He crept through the window.
So quietly, that ere the individual below was aware of his presence, he had seized him by the throat and forced him to the ground.
A surprise awaited him when he had accomplished this feat. The Indian’s face was revealed, and, to Carrol’s surprise, no less than his joy, for not having plunged the knife into his heart, he recognised it.
“Nelatu!”
“Carrol!”
“Hush! or you’ll alarm all the red-skins about the place.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I’ve just dropped out o’ that thar window,” he paid, pointing to the opening above.
“How came you to go in there?”
“I didn’t go in of my own will, you may bet high on that. I war brung.”