“None of them are to be trusted far,” said Town.
“That depends upon circumstances. The Sioux won’t consort with every white cut-throat that seeks their protection from the laws of the States.”
“I will frankly admit that there is more honor and manhood in a Sioux Indian than a white renegade like Dick Sherwood. But I can not imagine why one so young, handsome and intellectual as Rollo is, should be a traitor to his own people—and such a secret traitor, too.”
“Ay, lad,” cried the scout, “thar’s many a deep, dark mystery that the world ’ll never know enny thing ’bout.”
“Then, hereafter we can keep an eye upon Rollo’s movements, and see if our suspicions of him are correct.”
“That’s true, boy; but unless he comes afore night it’ll be too late, or I’m no judge.”
“What do you mean, Tumult?”
“This: if the ranger comes here arter dark, it will be with a troop o’ Arapahoes at his heels, to capture us.”
“I can not understand your reason for thinking so.”
“I’ll tell ye, lad, thar’s some devilish plot coming to a crisis, and Dick Sherwood and Rollo are at the bottom of it all.”