CHAPTER IV.
A FIGHT AND A FLIGHT.
Carlos and the stranger paused, regarding each other with the quick calculation of antagonists measuring their opponents’ strength.
“You killed my uncle,” said Carlos, in a low tone.
“Your uncle! No—you killed him!”
“I?”
“Yes; you’re the only one that’s been here to-night. Nobody has seen me in or near Dalton.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s lucky that you did happen along here, for I think I can fasten the deed on you. Stop! Don’t move nor speak aloud.”
Carlos had started to leave the spot, but the long knife was presented at his breast in a manner that threatened instant death if he stirred.
“Great Heaven! who are you and why did you kill him?”