“That we’ll do,” returned the scout; “you have only to command us.”
“A grave will have to be dug, and—”
Here his voice broke down, and he sobbed bitterly.
Old Tumult went out, and with the assistance of Town. and Mahaska, hollowed out two graves in the shadow of an oak that stood in front of the cabin.
The bodies were then wrapped in blankets and carried out and laid in the graves, and covered from the view of the world forever.
The old trader wept and moaned as though his heart would break, and when our friends had announced their intention of departing for the post, he called Old Tumult and Town. aside and said:
“Tumult, I want you and Town. to come here to-morrow morning. Will you promise me that you will?”
“We will,” responded the two, in a breath.
“Do not fail. I have something to reveal to you—something that may be of interest to you both. I wish to show you the reward of the wicked and the wages of sin.”
“We will come without fail,” said Old Tumult.