“Hist!—ha-rk!”
It was Rollo who uttered the injunction of silence, in a tone scarcely above a whisper.
“What is it?” queried Town.
“Didn’t you hear a movement below?”
“In the hold?”
“Yes.”
“Ah—then I did—one of them is not dead!”
The young settler took up one of the fallen savages’ tomahawks, and advanced softly toward the hatchway, saying to Rollo in a whisper:
“It is the savage that lives, else Old Tumult would have answered me. The red demon is waiting for a chance to spring out and murder me. I will watch for him here.”
“It may not be,” said Rollo.