“Me, too.”
“Wonder if we couldn’t sneak over to Oak Heart’s town and take this Death Killer into camp?”
“Kidnap him?”
“Yep.”
“You’re a cool one, Jack, my boy. What’ll the reds be doing meanwhile?”
“That’s all that stops me—that question,” replied Texas, with a grin.
This conversation took place beside a running brook, in the heart of a great forest many miles from Fort Advance, where our story first opened. The wind soughed through the tree tops and brought scurrying to earth the dying leaves which proclaimed the fast approach of King Winter. Suddenly Cody rose upon his feet and keenly snuffed the air.
“What’s th’ matter, Bill? What d’yer scent?”
“I’ve been smelling it for an hour, Jack.”
“What is it?”