“I am wondering that also!” replied the corporal thoughtfully.
“Any idea of the fellow?”
“Just a suspicion, nothing more. Not enough to presume upon—yet!”
“He must have a mind that is diabolic.”
“So it would seem!” replied the corporal, and after a little time his cousin spoke again.
“Many a time while I have sat here wheezing and coughing, I have cursed you from my heart, but now I could pray that you come up with that man, and make him pay for it all. If I were sure you’d get him I could go cheerfully to my appointed place in the pit.”
“I shall get him,” answered the corporal with conviction. “The Indian who is with me was with him when he arranged for Gargrave’s death, and if my suspicions have any bottom in them, then I know him myself.”
“You’ll push on in the morning, of course.”
“Before daylight! And I shall come up with the man, never fear. He’s travelling fast, but he’s looking for some thing or some one, the latter, I think, and——”