So far, he was right; for it was whilst endeavouring to warn Nelatu of his sister’s danger that Red Wolf made use of language about the girl.
He had reviled Nelatu’s sister while traducing his friend.
The issue is already known.
Wicked were Warren’s thoughts as he stood, rifle in hand, watching the two.
If Red Wolf—and he recognised him at once—were removed in the very act of killing Nelatu, a dangerous tongue would be for ever silenced, while Nelatu’s friendship would be further secured, and Sansuta eventually become his.
The decision was taken, the bullet sent through Red Wolf’s brain, and Warren Rody accomplished a part of his design.
Having succeeded so far, it was terribly mortifying to find that one clear-sighted individual had penetrated his schemes, and, without appearing to do so, had placed a restraint upon the otherwise warm sense of gratitude with which Nelatu regarded him.
All this Cris Carrol had done, and therefore Warren Rody was angry with him.
He left the cabin vowing vengeance upon Carrol, and casting about for the means to accomplish it.
He had not long to wait, or far to seek.